Your Name Is Mountain:

A breath escapes your mouth.
What is my name?
I will tell you.
It is mountain.
Your name, your body.

Alluring and intoxicating,
Their strength, their size, their tolerance.
Although they change, they constantly pierce the horizon.
But you plan to leave.
Crisp, white washes of cotton give behind your head.
Will you sleep in my bed when I'm gone?

During your last few weeks, you find bitter red winter
In a city with a forgotten name.
Nevada's desperate lands.
I despair when I see open spaces through the window.
We were wrong to come here.

You conquered your fear.
You climbed the mountain that is your name.
Closer to the calling light.
You felt the thin air and the shadows of the sky on your tongue.

Competing with death takes a frightful toll on strongmen's bodies.
Are you a strong man?
Sometimes mountains crumble into the valleys below.
I am your valley.
Fall.

Your name is Mountain, but you are a windmill,
Always circling back and finding your way into my mind.