LOST LAKE Comments

What happens when you try
believing in God is things begin
to fall apart.
Like when we were lost
trying to find Lost Lake
high in the high
Sierras, leaning against
a large boulder unable
to go on, munching
gorp from our army pack
and ready to fall
in the snow and call it
quits. I remember that
to this day. Calling it
quits, I mean. My old
football coach Mr. Palone
would have killed me
if he'd known I was ready
to call it quits,
and the irony, Lost Lake
was only 30 yards away,
over the next rise.
Gleaming and teaming
with fish.
That's what happens when
you climb miles
with a fifty pound backback
in the high Sierras,
and the beauty of nature
makes you believe in God
and then things begin to fall apart.
I suppose it's somewhat like love.
You believe in love and then
things begin to fall apart.
Better not to believe in it,
but what happens when it comes
to you, brown-eyed and wishing
only the best for you.
Can love be returned even
when you don't believe in it?
A part of me is still leaning
against that boulder,
next to my best friend Allan,
who in his own way,
had given up too,
and I've never known Allan
to ever give up.
But we both had had it.
So we leaned against that stone
and ate our gorp, biding our time,
assuming that what is lost
is never lost forever,
and like love, comes looking for you
when you least expect it,
even when you've stopped
believing in it.
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