a poem a day by A.J.Rao

Weight of being

Despite their great size and age, their lives pan out in much the same way that a living creature’s does: They have a beginning, a middle, and an end, and as such, the life of a mountain mimics our own — it is a life that carries the weight of being and anticipation of sadness that one day things will change.”

From the short film “The Weight of Mountains” by Temojin Doran

No weight of a being,
We are  primal thing

On widerness without
Clatter and a luggage.

We await our balloon
To take off from blue

Into  blue veined sky.
We are blue of blood

In arteries hardened
By a sad anticipation.

A wilderness journey
Has no hotel or dust.

All our brown things
Go  primal and light.


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