The last time i saw the mountain
it was 1963 and bowling was
the new
yoga
we knitted ourselves scarves
to stay warm while
we
stretched
our imaginations on plywood
floors
and kept our minds sharp by
throwing balls at wooden
pins
beat poets behind us and
the machine age
ahead
we focused on a new language
and nature
nurtured
the last time i saw a mountain
i laid down to
rest
but when i awoke the
mountain was
gone
