a mountain is.
Magnificent as it is,
I cannot understand
its ultimate humiliation in
a still stoic contentment from
which it had risen, the world’s end.
It’s a humble ceremony of presentation
every time that I come upon an open valley
with mountainous waves in wake of dominance.
The bewilderment of bare earth, untouched and unrestricted,
overwhelms me with a ceaseless paralyzed amazement that beckons
such an insignificant question that I will never be able to resolve unbounded