Emigrant Pass

Look toward horizons

from every direction

and feel the sun on your face, your back &

swimming over the backs of your arms.

Feel the wind move over

the gargoyle faces,

guarding nests.

They seem timeless.

Birds of prey take flight,

drawing mystical circles on a

blue sky and then dip

toward the earth.

It takes your breath away.

You pause in silence.

You take one last look at the

patterns of colour stamped;

lichen on stone;

and descend,

ascending.

The Chapel