Granite Mountain—last light looking East, South Wallowas . . .
On the road in the American Northwest.
Stone Mountains
If one carries the mountain in one’s heart, to
pick up the stone is to pick up the mountain,
the world.
But for us, a stone is just a stone and nothing
more, just so much dead weight,
like a pack which grows heavier
with each passing step.
Half way up, half broken, turning back...
and the sound of stone mountains
just is—in the wind.