Mount Hood Poem by James McLain

Slowly I walked up,
and down the sides of the not quit a hill
worn down once mount hood.

Pitched out in the dark the slippery black road.
Knowing you had no idea of where I was.
Keeping my head up.
Keeping my attention.
Narrow yellow lines along the edges.

Every now and then the sky would open up, and cry.
I started to walk a little faster,
but you would just stop and watch me back up.
Looking behind me,
you saw more mirrors in front of the bushes
coming towards me.

Running was all I could do,
or at least all I knew at that moment to do.
Closer, and closer when ever they got.
Until with jarring force it seemed they went through me.

Turning I dived and splashed to the bottom.
Opening my eyes never again there I looked.
Into the vast openness of nothing,
warm yellow dark blue,
and some times light green the water.