Tuesday, January 1, 2019
Good morning, mountain.
On the rare mornings I awake to this mountain's disappearing act, we share a secret:
We exist whether you see us, or not.
And should I ever somehow forget joy,
the hummingbirds remind me.
And should I ever somehow forget love
the cat sits on my chest and licks my face
And should I ever forget camaraderie
my old friends knock on the door of my heart.
And should I ever forget why I exist
my creativity says, "I am the mountain."
Good morning, new year.