The Mountain

The Mountain

You looked at me with pity today

And thought I would acquiesce,

Grateful for the gesture

That makes my life bearable.

Fate gave you modern convenience.

Your glass elevator is pretty,

Gliding smoothly in two directions

Never straying from its course.

Fate placed me on the mountaintop.

The water freezes in the cracks

And rips away jagged shards

To reveal uneven paths.

Yet somehow I feel safer on the mountain.

Here,

For a million years,

By time and tide,

Layers pressing together with

The untold strength of

Natures force,

Unpredictable in its ways,

Yet here I stand.

It is of something greater than

The designs of man.

~Darkling Plain, Aug. 24, 2006