The Mountain
The landscape drew me…
these immortal rocks rose at creation,
and here this moment
I stand mute…. my thoughts
as arid and brittle as foil
disintigrates.
These rock walls are monuments
to a vast eternal barrenness
that I can only feel but never know.
At least, I think,
the ocean before it
had a soul.
It writhed with life,
teemed with engorged
and pregnant beings.
Microscopic organisms,
whales, cells of whales,
anemones all swimming upstream
recycling the briny waters
that preserved energy
preparing them to be
in time
a mountain,
a monument to a vast eternal
barrenness that I can never know,
but only feel.
~ patsy mcAuley
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