standing alone on the plain
mountains regal
in my periphery
turning, i can't help but to
look at the peaks,
my eyes drawn upward
past the slope to where
the ground reaches for the sky
searching for hope, i wonder,
will the lifter-up of mountains
lift me up when i stumble,
fall to my knees?
these mountains may be new -
geologically -
but they have stood since well before
my ancestors
and will remain
when my descendants
are memory
how much longer
will the maker of these
unmoving hills
remain and remember me?
from time now to all eternity
trying to pay attention to what's going on in the world around me
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