10.3.2025
PINK MOUNTAIN
Joe Creedon (3 October 1954–29 November 1991) When Joe filled me in on his big plan to take off for the desert and spend the days painting vistas of red rocks, his eyes overflowed with the marine light that can suffuse some people as they become translucent in their long dying. I hadn’t learned yet to discern such light. I thought my job was to talk sense in his hospital room, his last, with its view of Mount Rainier. Later my mother called out to strangers queuing up for a train, and I knew enough to say I can’t see them but I know you can. Late September. Joe had ten weeks. Seventy times we could have watched that mountain turn every shade of desert with the sun going down.


Fills my heart. What a beauty.
What a moving poem! “Marine light…” All of it.