...the letter killeth, but the spirit giveth life...

Monday, December 26, 2016

The Mountains

The mountains, in their size, in their
preposterous angles, in the thin air

you must imbibe to scale
their preposterous angles, allow adults

if they're thoughtful to think through
geologic time and see the smallness

of their size against the size of the peaks
they marvel at as corollary to the size

of their span on earth, the plans
they make, the stupidity--unavoidable

but nevertheless properly cursed--
of their actions against forces

that will not stop and have no reason to
and which extend into the endless distance

such that the mind cannot contain them,
because it, the mind, is a pin prick,

smaller even, undetectable by any instrument,
though it, the mind, says to the body

heaving itself up the snowy slope
with sled in hand, carried for

children waiting at the top,
"Take a breath, a breath, a breath."

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