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The Mountain and Me - 2004
Today a mountain it came to me
I mountain so bold and tall I could barely see its top at all
I wondered some as I watched its heights
Could I clime its sheer shaves of ice
Could I conquer, conjured I
Whilst the mountain still stood and filled the sky
And if I could why should I
who am already ragged wrought and beaten by
the years I’ve seen so slow and mean that it seemed I would
have died
and yet here stand I, alive
I must ask myself in all truth
Did I survive to run and hide my talents taught though
dangerous they me be
Or am I alive to be bold and strive and not let pass any
mountain I might see
I know not the answer true but have day to day known what to do
for on that day and on that spot the mountain steeped deep
and icy hot has told me what to do and what to do not
And though time to time I’ve made my choices blind and
gotten bruised
I know I’m better for the wear and not confused by the
winding way many paths must take
And so on that day and on that spot I breathed one breath
and held it
Then breathed out all the things that it held that held me
and after one moments pause
I took the mountain
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Comment: Originally written in 1987 the second half of this poem has constantly been revised
since I can't seem to ever remember the words when called upon to recite it. This version was written
down at an impromptu poetry reading in 2004. The original version is
here.
Email: john@jfds.net
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