Poem: That Was All

I went alone to the mountain And it ripped my lungs open— Ah fierce relief. The hills ran down like rivulets of green Into the red-roofed valleys That should always be… The dragonflies and field sparrows forgot me And flew close to my head And clouds moved on the mountain Like the breathing of the dead. Blue spaces awoke beyond the blowing grass The flowers burned bright and tall, they said We know you, yes we know you as I passed And that was all.

This article appears in September 2017 Issue.