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∴

coming down
from little mountains
used to upset me.

but life
cannot always be lived
up there.

 

for one,
the air is not very good.

it is thin,
and creates one
who is shallow of breath.

 

secondly,
it’s too close to the sun.
all that pressure and light
make the tender parts of you
drip out with the sweat,

along the crevice of your back,
astride Achilles’ trail,
and down.

 

too much time
on top of little mountains
can leather the skin
and make you think you’re taller
than you are.

 

 

of course,
it’s good to go up there,
momentarily.

the view is interesting
and you meet fellow travelers
along the way.

 

but nest in valleys.
there is shade there,
and sweeter water
from the spring.

∴

 

 

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