I was raised in the mountainsnot softly nurtured and loved.
The escape route was layed
out and dreamed about.
When I was twenty and reached
Flat land, my life began…the one that begins with him
and us and two babies
and still goes on forty years
later with love and joy and honor.
But the mountains calledsometimes late at night when
I felt safe in the scenery I had,
we got a house on the highest
mountain just for summers,
a get-a-way. I sit on my perch
to infinity there, soak up the beauty,no longer try to capture the spiritual
I just know it’s there and I wonder
at life and how we go full circle.