Revelation
Nothing to be seen
but morning mist,
disembodied bell
tolling somewhere.
Then chug of engines,
wash of bow wave.
The ferry materializes,
gliding across the lake.
Engines into reverse,
churning, edging
towards the jetty.
Walk the gangplank.
Cast off, under way,
shoreline evaporates.
Lean on the rail,
absorbed in mist.
Lost in thought.
Suddenly, in a
shaft of sunlight
realization dawns.
Mist clears to reveal
the mountain with,
high above, gleam
of snow upon its peak.
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