In the Mountains

I am resurrected, come back from a glassy-eyed death. The high, thin air brought life into my lungs. I am free. I dance to the songs, sung here by the mountains for centuries. Their words are written in my heart, along my ribs, like hidden scrolls of ancient monks. I only exist for the mountains. I become eternal. I find a home among the peaks. My past and future seem to blend together and fade away. I remember what it’s like to be loved. I find myself happy and full. I’ve changed; I’ve become the mountain witch. I flourish among the peaks, at one with the earth. I’m in love with different things. I am a little chaos, a little wild. 

In the mountains, I am fully alive. I breathe deeply and sleep soundly. I become truly myself.