It has taken a full week to begin writing -
not for lack of want, but focus.
There has been time, but I chose other things.
Love and loss fill my mind.
Yearning for things untouchable, unwinnable.
Yearning for those things that are not yours to grasp,
but yet the yearning persists.
What will replace that yearning?
What is strong enough -
persistent, primitive enough -
to steal that primal desire from your heart?
I stare at the mountain,
losing my center in its hugeness,
forgetting who I am to myself,
wondering if I could exist within its enfolding grasp.
Would I lose myself entirely?
Who would I find, then, within its embrace?
Who is there with me, waiting to break free?