To the Mountain

To the Mountain (2012)

Alone I stand on the edge of a cliff gazing
The child crafts on their dark azure abode bowing
To the ghastly, mighty Mountain trembling the sea.
He yields the whirling winds through my body to breathe
Life to me, revitalizing my young body.

I sail snail-like slow to stand on His wrinkled skin,
Absorbing the thunderous Mountain exertin’
Command on me as I fumble on him crying
“Why, why do you stand still as the world is crumbling
Just like your wrinkled skin, brushed by the cool waters?”