August 10th

"Distant Mountain"  Oil on Canvas

There's a mountain

Looming above and beyond,

Calling me forward,

Closer.

If I squint my eyes, I think I can see people on the top,

Dancing and playing, as ones who have arrived.

Maybe not, but on mornings like this, it's nice to dream.

The distance can overwhelm, as well as inspire,

But I realize the mountain rock touches the soil below,

Which holds the trees swaying

Beside the path on which I stand.

A mist saunters through the valley

As if to keep me company,

Or show me the way.

Stopping for just a moment,

Taking it all in,

I look down and continue to walk.