moving mountains

Crimson Columbine (Aquilegia formosa)photo © 2009 Steve Berardi | more info (via: Wylio)

 

the desire came
  uninvited
    unreasonable
    untouchable
  by my own derision
  or the inevitable scorn of
    wife
    mother
    father
    friend
    boss
    and even God
a mountain that stands unmoved
      against wind
      against storm
      against time
  all my doings
    are the fuzz of green trees
    around its base
  I am powerless to
    move it
    change it
    touch it
  where does it start?

In a hidden cleft of rock
  there is a wild tiger lily
    impossible and exquisite
    orange with brown spots
    and long yellow pistils
  the next time I am there
    it is gone
for it
the mountain
has moved.

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