“MOUNTAINS WAIT”

The mountains wait
unseen
behind a stiff veil
of grey so bright,
most interpret white.
The mountains wait
like brides without
love, without light.
I know they are
out
there. They wait;
These monuments
worth every drive,
worth every climb;
But this morning
I could barely crawl
out
from my own bed.
The mountains will come
out
for me if I just wait
for the sunny day.
But these
smiling ladies are
so rare. So I look
out
and can only imagine
the mountains,
the sun,
and the holy spirit.
The one for me might
not
exist. But I persist
and wait for her
miracle.
And I keep looking
out
for light or for white,
but all I see is bright
gray day.
All I see is colorless
mountain majesty.
All I see is my city
out
a filthy window pane.
Maybe I don't have Windex,
maybe I don't have a woman,
but at least I have a view
and my one of a kind solitude.

narrative poem written on 01-27-2013 by: on mattkane.com
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