The Mountain And Us
the double cab climbs the road
for hours
our purpose is only to
see the highest
mountain in Asia
when we arrive there
it is cold
but the sun is shining brightly
the panoramic view
is clear and
accurate to the eyes
it is Li Po
drunk who is
imagining things
the mountain is not staring
at me
it is me that stares at it
i am not speechless
it is the mountain
that is speechless since
it cannot really speak
naturally
this is not an issue
anymore
it cannot be something
debatable
and then i am taking pride
talking to myself
giving my hand a handshake:
I am sane and i am not imagining things
i am seeing this mountain as it is
treating it as
it has to be
inanimate, still,
lifeless and
stuck upon its
foot
it has no feelings
and i've read
that there were times
when it was cruel
(the tour guide keeps
on talking)
taking lives of men
who want to give the impression
that they can
conquer it
when it cannot be
when it is not
and does not
know
what war is all about
in truth
all these conflicts are
simplistically speaking
man-made
and self-inflicted
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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