in my middle years of work
like sitting after walking a long distance
i realize i’m a mountain person
watersheds of conventional comforts
might accumulate in the lakes of a town or city
a mountain doesn’t hinder this
in the quiet of it all
a mountain experiences its echo
and knows its voice
mountains are the same
as the rest of the earth
there’s nothing in the way of their sitting
whether the sky is empty or full
mountains realize their vision
there’s nothing in the way of their sight
mountains are not separate
from the earth, sky, or waters
and many beings are moved by this
Primitive Joe 