Monday, December 27, 2021

Poetry: Mountain

Mountain

The first thing to do is rise early.

There isn’t much use in spinning
the merry-go-round of the mind;

You have to get off the ride.


Come, pilgrims, leave your temples

your mosques

your cathedrals

behind-


There's an ocean up here,

a tidal wave of air


Breathe in!

Look around!

Climb!






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