Mountain
the
mountain has spoken its language inaudible
part of me knows a great snake has
passed part
of me knows geological history the geography
of
the present I know these little things the
mountain
has spoken yet it doesnt speak
directly of them what can I tell you of
the
language that exists here which enters me?
only
to say this land is speaking its inaudible
present
itself it tells me everything there
is to
know about myself each moment the
language
is different the same here I
can listen for hours
I can be myself but I cannot tell you
what is
said only
that by speaking this mountain
describes itself if only I could tell you archive
this perfection if only it could tell us of itself as
we become it your need to articulate drove you out
here tonight
to the place of my windy skirts my
heart as wild as goats this is the mountain view the
interaction of things between each other the
tablelands the raveling underground water what
does the
mountain do? it whispers it sings but it
has no voice it splits the storms in two before
they reach the house it holds my childrens
laughter within its fat and fleecy sides nestled in
the woolley
butt and cypress pines without
mountains a giant has lost its voice the
land has
gained its silence more silence than it needs
mountains like cows without them the
wind
would blow
down the valley like a tide that never
retreated it would sound lost relentless the
mountains channel the wind so that it cuts through
the valleys like currents the rivers of wind have been
here I
threw my life into them and was released
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