wama

23.06.07

a hollow mountain risies. A whale crawls the steep north face carrying weary travelers. Can he breath without water. Tall bushy firs + pines stand erect march up the southward face. All go up up up to meet this sage at the top of the mountain peak. No matter for the whale that there is no water. No matter for the trees that they have no legs. On a ledge you stand facing this wise woman, roly poly and open hipped. You spin in circles talking a mile a minute to get it all out. She sits. Quietly. Listens. Leaning closer closer closer to your spinning mess. Below the thick sea waits humming our names.

posted by la kara @ 10:35