The Mountain

published in Sequoya Review

I

The other side of the mountain
is not the mountain. This side
is honey-golden, sticky-sweet,
full of phone conversations with mother.
The other side is a bell,
ringing in the church steeple
the day mother died.

II

The other side of the mountain
is not a mountain. It is a dark
valley crossed by a river.
There is a ferry at the bottom.

III

This mountain is not a mountain.
I walked to the top, but it turned
out only to be a shelf on the way
to the top. I felt like an unused Bible
sitting on a dusty pew.

IV

A hawk soars above me, over the mountain.
She is looking for home.