Day 25: Set

I go to the mountain

to be reminded that beauty persists

whether we work for it or not.

I say, each time, that on the mountain

I will think:

about my anger, my fear, my need –

need I don’t want, that pushes and stops.

But when I arrive,

I only breathe, and feel.

I smell the earth and the water.

I’ll think later, perhaps.

I sit and heal.

I don’t ask why my fibers work their way back together

or why precisely they split apart.

I simply let them be set where they ought to be

and I wait.