Poem by Bill Coyle

Knowledge is found at the Know Ledge,
high above all you know
and when you stand there scanning
the world below,

it won’t, for all its beauty,
be the phenomenal view
of foreign and familiar
that dazzles you—

mountains on the horizon
staggering toward the sun,
the flood-plains where your battles
were lost and won—

But how, when you stand on the Know Ledge,
and catch your breath and call
to the world you came from, crying
hello to it all,

you hear within the voices
echoing in reply
an emptiness allowing
for earth and sky.

Previously published in The God of This World to His Prophet, Chicago: Ivan R. Dee, Publisher, 2006.