On the mountain

We climbed the same mountain today
A few white hairs we blew in the wind
We surrendered to what never attacked us
We entrusted our future to a rock
I roll small pebbles down a precipice
to test the symbolic capacity of this mountain.
You smile and I talk the next two mountains in you
some water has frozen in a small crevasse.

On the mountain was originally published on Meandering home


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Kamiel Choi

Dutch philosopher and poet, sometimes sharing thoughts on the internet.

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