Meltwater

I hear you,
Mountain Song.

Flowing summit,
the meltwater
knows what filth
it must clean.

I will lay in the foothills,
back-to-stone-sleep,
and open my maw
to let the water go
where it must seep
to heal my wounds,
fissures,
and piton-holes.

Then I’ll climb
the earth
and soothe my wounds
in the snow.

I am the ice,
melt me Old Sun,
to soothe the climbers
as they come and go.


©️ CG Tenpenny, 2019.

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