How can one have
a love affair....
with
a mountain?
Wanting to lay your cheek
on downy slopes
feeling the coolness
lingering
there.
Needing to touch, to run
your fingers down
craggy
projections,
experiencing the rough texture
thrusting through
celestial
clouds.
To go into a timeless space
floating with
the winds
circling,
caressing
mystical hidden peaks,
tantalyzingly
familiar.
Like a Shakespearean drama,
the roles change from
moment to
moment...
and you are caught up in each
afraid
to move, to breathe
not
wanting to miss
....magical innuendos....
as the curtain falls.
Then, warm spring breezes playfully
tease
you, nudgingly
and tiny ants push you away
............from their view,
you leave, reluctantly,
vowing
to come back
again and again.
Memorizing the imprint of your
beloved Mt. Shasta...in
your mind
forever.......
Kay Ekwall©2004