It is a place where I feel I sometimes belong
A place where no one feeds me lies
its just me…
the earth, and the sky.
I can gaze upon the traffic buzzing
so far from me below.
When I feel that life is crumbling,
it’s to this mountain I go.
A birds eye view of life passing by,
a place where I used to sit and cry.
This mountain makes me stand tall and strong,
it absorbs my grief and pain.
When my time on this great earth has past,
the MOUNTAIN will remain…
The clouds in the sky have parted, sunlight came shining through.
A suns ray landed on my shoulder,
as if to say I will comfort you
I am here to lift you when this life is hurting too much,
remember to come to this mountain side
and feel its loving touch.
Remember to sit and be awhile, remember that you are loved.
When you feel this life is getting to you,
know there is someone for you above
Places that resonate strongly within us. A favorite park bench, camping site, beach, mountain side. There are more than a few places I would go to in Utah to feel the gentle peace of nature.
This poem was simply written at a time of being tired of the dating scene and all its games and lies. I wanted someone to share time with in a similar energy as mine, a best friend and partner. My dating bio on a popular website was laughed at for being so ‘romantic.’ I kept thinking there must be someone who wants the same life as I? This is a huge planet full of single people! I’m sure there are more than a handful of potential long term partners, but where to find the one that stops the wheel spinning and feels like home?
I would go to a familiar place to sit on an undeveloped plot of land. I could see the city of Salt Lake and freeway traffic in the near distance. The year 2007 when this poem was written, newly single, eternally hopeful.
As I sat this time, I cried hard. I began the poem in my journal then ended it the following morning. There is a certain stillness when sitting on a mountain side. A sort of humming in the air, quiet and solid energy. The smell of dirt that stirs the primal connection to nature and something I crave when on pavement too long.
Ultimately wherever on this planet one sits, we sit with ourselves. All the depths and heights of memories that stir emotions. I felt relieved to cry and leave some of the confusing pain to the mountain. The clouds did part and sun shined on the patch of land where I sat. A warm reminder I do not walk alone even though this life can often make me feel a remote island with no hope for connection to a like minded human.
I hold these places I’ve visited close to my heart and mind. Twelve years after this poem was written I can read the words and remember what the moment felt like to leave grief on the dirt. I can continue to discover places to sit with myself and feel the gentle peace of nature but those mountains in Utah are the places closest to my heart.
As soon as possible I will return to them.