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in the mountains

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I am meant to live in the mountains

to breathe air that is thin and crisp

to feel the earth and it’s millennia under me

under the sure-footedness of my Capricorn being

I see the snow white goats scaling the cliffs of the mountains

and feel the urge to stop driving and join them

for am I not one of them?

In the mountains

my lungs fill easily and hungrily

I look for longer and higher trails to explore

In the city, it’s hard to catch my breath

a constant fear of falling on uneven concrete sidewalks

Logically, this should not be

I have metal hips and knees

flat easy surfaces ought to be my comfort zone

but on the uncertain terrain of mountain trails

I am more confident and nimble

moving from one spot to the next

trusting my legs and the steps they take

In the mountains

I am connected to an energy that is bigger than me

I am the goat scaling inclines that defy gravity

with an ease and grace I don’t have anywhere else

When trekking the forests and trails of My mountains

invisible tethers connect me to everything

the trees, the rocks, the streams, the animals

all of it letting me know

somehow

We’ve Got You

When I leave, the tethers stretch

I feel them pulling and a sadness fills my whole being

but deep within I know

they can only stretch so far

before they tighten to their limits and draw me back

back to my sure footing

back to my easy breathing

back where I belong

in the mountains

N~