Bistro, Cooke City

Two dozen pilgrims
silent and flush
pause 7,000 feet up
along Montana’s
Absaroka Mountains.
What otherwise
might be the
cacophony
of a midday rush
is all but a hush,
a collective reverence
for this sacred ground,
its holy beauty
and wide embrace
around us.

 

©2017, Jen Payne. National Poetry Month, 11. Inspired and partially written at The Bistro in Cooke City, Montana, located near the arrow on the satellite map above. Aerial photo of Cooke City from TripAdvisor.

3 thoughts on “Bistro, Cooke City

    1. I WISH. Nope, I’m here in Connecticut…which is lovely in its own right, of course. I just discovered the beginnings of this poem in a journal from last fall’s road trip!

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