wama

20.07.06

A large looming mountain behind sheltering us. The valley below calm and smooth. Rolling hills in the distance. I can see past. A waterfall careening down. Cool and breezy but a surprise, we come upon in quickly. Quietly crashing down. The earth is simmering, smoke whispering up up up from small fires at the foot of the boiling mountain. I walk. Head high. I feel as big as a mountain. As sure. My body warm thick flames --- if only I could be a fireball -- but I don’t have enough fury for that. There are others with me, we walk together. a few walk into a hole in the volcano/mountain/tree. But I stand outside not ready to bend down and huddle against the next day. I think: if I go inside we can push the mountain up like a Trojan horse.

posted by la kara @ 18:19