ENVIRONMENTAL Poem: Mountain Mist, by Christina Chady

We are what we see in dreams
The mirage just out of reach, rising
Out of airshimmering heat that ripples
In waves, rising and falling,
No less of us than the sensuous touch
That pricks to life perception,
Than the honeycomb delicacy that drips
In droplets from the corners of our lips
Lapping in, consuming the sweetness

Any sense that we belong to the mountain mist
Is realized in the westward winds
Chasing the sun as it sets, holding dusk in suspension
So that we might be a little longer
So that we might stay a little longer
For a moment, we sink into stone
We feel its permanence; but we remind ourselves of mist
Breathing in the sighs of nearing night
Breathing out the wellwish of dawn
Watching for the rising eyes of stars
Pinpricks into histories of distant galaxies
We are of this to be of anything at all

What do we miss most
Before the moon rises on tired land
Casting its luminosity across the sea
Antegrade nostalgia fills the shadows
Of what will not be tomorrow
We pull the moon’s coolness across our shoulders
Joined together in the moment’s stillness
Reciting mantras of memories
For smiles and bees, for the subtle breeze
That will not be tomorrow
But we are of the hour, bodies made of dreams,
For a moment in moonlight we are there
To be anywhere at all

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