My Quintessence


An Everest ascends before me
surrounded by rock; eternal

I bellow my soul to the fickle wind
And the mountains answer

Soundlessly they murmur;
I inhale their silence

The delicate, lacy scent of lichen
Spring air, crisp against my lungs

Lying back against steady ground;
The earth cradles me

Infinite ridges extend beyond-
A bird unfolding its wings
As if to take flight

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