Anne Leahy Mountain (1)

I am unused to considering mountains,
but that's what one must do when faced with them,
with the solidity the earth offers.
There's more to miss than I'd anticipated.
I discover that a mountain shapes itself,
reshapes itself incrementally but
surely, becoming what it desires,
dragging the shadows of clouds over its face
to invent what looks like layers. Words like
crevice, cranny, fissure seem silly words
for mountains from any distance at all.
I think undulate, create, remake:
the long a somehow more necessary
than the simple sound of awe I'd expected.

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