poem | witness

Sometimes the mountain 
is hidden from me in veils
of cloud, sometimes  
I am hidden from the mountain  
in veils of inattention, apathy, fatigue,
when I forget or refuse to go  
down to the shore or a few yards
up the road, on a clear day,
to reconfirm
that witnessing presence.
-Denise Levertov

i am going "to reconfirm that witnessing presence".
amen.