Toward the Distant Mountain
Love is every footfall toward the distant mountain,
Anxious and incomplete.
Are we so different from the mountains?
Reshaped by stormy days,
Born of colliding forces,
Immovable, yet temporary.
I am deserts and mountains and birds,
I am love and anger and want,
I am, and I am not.
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