Mountains Don't Attract Me Anymore
The mountains don't attract me anymore.
I've lived long enough between cold snowfields.
I still find my way in the woods, listen
to fall wind, and stop at the forest ponds,
engage with streams. Even late in the year
you can find good berries there.
You have to cross mountains if that's not enough.
Peaks stand there, so you know where you are.
Olav H. Hauge
The Dream We Carry
translated by Robert Bly
Copper Canyon Press, 2008