Our Mountains Are Still There


Sweetness, if you came back to me
I would welcome you into my arms
And inside my heart

It would be a simple thing to do
Because you never left them
Even though you went away

Your roots and seeds
Fully into my earth
Pollens in my breath

Long blades of copper-coloured grass
resting on my skin
Mixing with the curly moss that lines my ground

You are where you should be
And so am I
I guess.

Our gardens flourish
Each at our own end
of the same world

Our mountains are still there
Forever bright in that autumn light
We still breathe the same air

That is what my heart
Is telling me:
Nothing has been lost

November 2017


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