The Mountain

My help is in the mountain,

            where I take myself to heal

the earthly wounds that people give to me.

       I find a rock with sun on it

and a stream where the water runs gentle

and the trees which one by one keep me company.

 

So I must stay for a long time

            until I have grown from the rock

and the stream is running through me

and I cannot tell myself from one tall tree.

       Then I know that nothing touches me

                        nor makes me run away.

 

My help is in the mountain

                        that I take away with me.

 

from Hollering Sun by Nancy Wood