Mountains

I climb

with friend

up up up

till the mossy green

yields to patchy snow

and blowing winds.

The tracks ahead

fill with drifting snow

the pass is near.

And as we stand

in ankle-deep whiteness

just missing the liquid fire

but still seeing glowing embers

of an extinguished sun

I can't help but to look

and follow the ridgeline.

There are mountains to climb.

Digging Deep

In the history of this rock
even the flattest plain
was once a mountain
thrust up by colliding plates
then worn down by grinding glacier
the history is there
you just have to dip deep enough.

The same goes for me.

Breathless

Sometimes I feel,
when I am away from the desert
or a mountain
and sit alone in my apartment
Like my breath is being drawn from me
a ragged thread of life
slowly being pulled
out of my heart.