A cloud in the morning hovered
Against the silhouette of black
Mountain. Sunrise light
Captured, illuminated the cloud
Lit it like a flash of lightning, stained
The sky, called me outside.
The back yard was drowning
In a 365 degree view of cloud waves
Caught by the sunrise. It came
To remind me to say hello
To the Earth, to remind me of a man
Who told me he says hello as he leaves
His house every morning to the tree
He planted when he was a boy.
He acknowledges the shrubs, he has
A conversation with Mount Olympus.
He told me the Mountain is part
Of the Earth and the Earth has a spirit
Like ours. He told me the mountain
Makes you feel something in return
A pin prick beginning deep inside
Your chest growing as it pushes outward
You feel something in return. I stood
Outside in my slippers thinking
About the lure outside, ripples of clouds
In the still blue morning ocean. I didn’t
Say a word, couldn’t see the mountain
Black shadowed giant. This morning
The sky greeted me. My eyes heard
As loud as a foghorn, the sun rolling
Across a sea of condensed water vapor.
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