My Father
by Harriet Geller
He is a pillar, my father,
A white marble monolith shouldering the sky.
He is a rock burnished by the sea,
My father, my anchor.
He arises from the mantle of the earth
Immovable, eternal support.
He is a mountain invading the clouds,
The massive strength of the ages.
I am the oread of his forests.
I cavort in the rarefied air at his highest altitudes.
His implacable substance is the core of my expanding universe.
I uncover new pathways on his slopes
And abandon the barren relics of my childhood
By the wayside.
This poem appeared in the Winter-Spring 1994 IPA Newsletter.
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