Bio Note: I like to think my father passed his “awe” gene to me. It seems the older I get, the more precious everything becomes. Turning Plow Press published my book, Once Upon a Tar Creek Mining for Voices this past year. Hiking new and old trails in Wisconsin’s Kettle Moraine and Oregon’s Wallowa Mountains keeps me in perpetual awe.
they are ripening now these blackberries that fill my need for family the way Aunt Maxine made jam drooling black sunshine down my chin and how today I squirt one berry into my waiting mouth hungry for all the love messaged in its juice even after seventy years
The Wizard of Awe
Mt Huxley High Sierras 1956 my father smiles into the camera ready to take on a world in all its treacherous ways a forty-pound pack tight to his back a heartbeat tripping wild in anticipation sixty years later he tells a story of thin air slip-sliding gravel the last push hugging a narrow almost straight up vertical to the top 13,092 feet summit how he lost his voice and how altitude can do that but he always knew the real why absolute unflinching look you straight in the eye awe
©2022 Maryann Hurtt
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