I was in Colorado this weekend for a friend’s wedding (which is why there was no post Friday). Now Ohio is very flat, so the sight of the Rockies got me thinking about mountains in general.
This poem was the result. “Chomolungma” is the Tibetan name for Mount Everest.
Chomolungma
If Everest dreams,
I hope it dreams slowly.
I hope its titanic visions
are the work of centuries,
its nightmares falling
like inverted cathedrals
through the rock,
wrapped in blackness
old as the sun.
I hope its deep wonders
writhe aeons at a time,
murmuring rumors yet
of their tectonic birth,
speaking long prophecies
in tongues of lightless fire.
If Everest dreams,
I hope it dreams
slowly.
Brian D. Buckley 