Mountains

They looked so stately from a distance

the tall, majesty of ageless splendor

never visited by other than my eyes,

just seen from a far location,

but they were an anchor for my hope

because if mountains could exists

then there were realities

unchangeable in the world,

foundations to inspire

assurance of how tomorrow

could be crafted and controlled.

 

Then one day I dare to travel

over the miles to reach those slopes

actually touched what I had only seen

with conviction about their truth.

 

Only went I got close enough

suddenly they vanished before my eyes,

all the time they had been

just a mirage, an optical illusion

cause by some atmospheric condition.

 

Return to my home

the walls no longer seeming so permanent,

watched the wind blow without plan

and finally accepted how anything was possible.