"...to carry away memories brought for the forgetting
on one thousand one auspicious origami birds
whispering over chilled salmon, ripe fruit
suggesting the fertility of the afternoon."
from the poem, "One thousand one wedding cranes" 1998
If mountain were a poem
He would be a risen bend of earth ripped open
to an aspiration of rock reaching for the stars,
a beautiful birthmark on the left hip of Gaia,
He, mountain, separating from She, still
spreading tundra, while they remain one.
He would hum the love song of blue heron
soothing the sea as it danced along Her shore.
He would melt as molten magma into fantastic
sculptures to caress Her sensuous soil,
capture moisture from the wind
to fertilize Her seeds having blown in on a wish
to become a scrawny bush
blooming once yearly,
a flower on Mountain's love affair
with His luscious Earth
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© Sharon Lopez Mooney, “If mountain were a poem”, orignally published in {R}évolution Review, ed.Murielle Mobengo, Spring, NY, Paris, London, 2022 https://www.revuerevolution.com/qelp-sharon-lopez-mooney
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