Maybe One Day

Looking out the window as I drive through the Mountains in spring.

Its painful how beautiful they are, The Mountains.

I long for them with my whole body, beginning with my soul

Yet I know I am not headed for their peaks, or even to their base

I am driving to another pace, for other things.

Yet I look longingly out the window

I imagine myself out there on the hillside, swaying in the spring breeze.

slowly ever so slowly walking towards those Giants of Earth

Chiseled and beautiful dressed in snow, light and stone.

I watch the forests march up to pay their respects to the peaks.

I bow my head with them, as we careen down the highway.

I groan with filled with jilted love

I press my face to dirty smudge glass

feeling the cold against my forehead, I play pretend

I live out a whole lifetime in the mountains.

coming too as we turn into a gas station

I get out and stretch feeling all the muscles in my legs, my torso, my arms, stretching up up up

I let out a little noise of frustrated joy, stomp my feat and look off into the distance

hmmmmph maybe one day.