You are a mountain in my mind.
I lie on your slopes
and breathe deeply as your birds sing.
Winter falls.
Your snows chill me to the bone.
You avalanche, then withdraw
and rise, sheer and white,
looming against the sky, immovable.
You rumble
and pour down fire and ash.
The sky turns black.
You are a mountain
but I cannot spy a pass.
I try and try,
but cannot find your heart.
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Wael Abdelgawad
April 15, 2012
Fresno, California