On the way down,
the mountain grows taller behind me.
Perspective is a trickster like that.
I feel lighter, though
nothing in my pack has changed.
Only the weight of my thoughts has shifted.
At the trailhead,
I turn once more to
the looming shape above me.
The mountain says nothing.
And somehow,
that is enough.
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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When one's perspective has changed nothing more needs to be said. A beautiful poem of how it is what we see that makes the difference.
Felt like I was taken back to the book "The Snow Leopard." Beautiful write!
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