Friday, April 03, 2015

Mountains Have Two Sides

The rain stopped and the sun shook
A shoulder from a damp, mid-spring torpor

“Pack your bags,” it whispered

Hands complied, stuffing panniers with provisions
Strapped on a tent and a helmet and pointed west
Weather-stiffened legs cranking against gear and gravity
With each turn
City became suburb
Became tree and field
Became river and lake

Became mountain

“Where do you think you’re going?” it whispered
To weather-stiffened legs straining against gear and gravity




Weather-stiffened legs heard and almost listened
But would not turn because

Mountains have two sides


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