James B. Earley
A Mountain Speaks - Poem by James B. Earley
That distant valley
Was I...as a child
I've known great happiness
As that of the dinosaur
Struggling for life
From a simple existence
I've seen Man grow
In the scheme of evolution
I'll watch......him go
I question......my being
.....A mere speck of sand
On......God's beach...of time
Author's note: The poem addresses Mt. Tamalpais, geographically to the immediate north of San Francisco's Golden Gate Bridge. (The Mountain is sometimes known as 'The Sleeping Maiden, ' of Native American legend.) From my home, overlooking the northeastern perimeter of San Francisco Bay, I am blessed with a spectacular panorama of this magnificent creation! Viewing the Mountain, north to south, one can imagine the figure of a reclining female with an abundance......of long...flowing hair.
During periods of intense reflection, considering the Mountain....its splendor...its circumstance...its aggregate history...its future...its reticent humility...and the arrogant juxtaposition of Mankind, I often wondered, should the Mountain speak...What would it have to say? This work is the manifestation of untold hours of meditative thought.......a spiritual rendition of extraordinary.....time....and place!
Thanks to Rani Turton......whose observation was the catalyst inspiring the author's remark....
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