black stone face drawn and quartered by glacial ice
surrendering your self to the thin blue air at stratospheric heights
but you are rock, obdurate and sublimation requires more millennium than you can count
and so you wait, patiently or not it does not matter
your head against the sparse blue sky your roots frozen in the snow
you are black and that is something that time ice can not take away
you would almost smile if mountains could
a river of earth that flows toward the sea at a glacial pace as plated earth moves and groves down the corridor of years
and still peaked mountains like proud flesh or stiffened appendages rising above even the clouds that wreathe their roots
and snowy kissed tips sublimating in the sharp air
thunder on the mountains
tall stonies born of thunder and in fire give birth an set on high by a shuddering earth
even snow finds difficult purchase on this implacable surface
even ice forms at it’s own peril for the shear face of the summit does not suffer hangers on gladly
glad tidings spoken in thunder heard in liquid roars
glacial melt from the mountains heart crashes quick,and clean and cool
seeking the sea or bust
bashing and thrashing tree or root or rock in the way
pausing for a photo by man
before hurling themselves down toward the sea lest some mountain tarn trap them unawares
lifting up God’s promise after the rains over even mountain peaks up to a steel gray sky
dreaming of peaks and mountain lovers and shards of the sky captured in cold alpine lakes
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