The Mountain

The Mountain

“It is not the mountain we conquer but ourselves.” – Edmund Hillary

The Mountain

The mountain softly sobs
into the mouth of the liquid mirror,
foaming ever so gently
distorting the reflection of the trees.

The aphoristic air
whispers through your hair,
making it stand on end
as it brings you down to your knees.

Adding these images to
your personal picture show
is something that you
could not imagine in your dreams.

The mountain’s head is topped
with white wisps of wisdom,
adding to its majestic stance
among fields and streams.

In its shadows you feel small.
On its summit you feel tall.

You softly sob
into the mouth of the liquid mirror,
smiling ever so gently –
distorting your reflection of the trees.

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