Here, here, here
by Maja Trochimczyk
I love my mountains
blue and spring green still
under clear azure expanse,
their velvet pleats pile up
in layers above the valley
rock pathways in empty riverbed.
This is the Earth - naked
free of trees and houses, of rush
and pavement and cars on hot asphalt
in LA summers - this is
pure repose - serenely breathing
slowly, deeply - in the cycle of centuries
I love my mountains
the bluish shadows on distant slopes
manzanita and sage scattered
on those close by- they open
like curtains into infinity - to let me in
beyond the next peak, the next canyon
into new worlds that grow within
in warm sunlight, under cool glow
of spiraling galaxies before dawn.
I'm here, I found my life
waiting for me under the indigo
cupola outlined with deep purple
at the ridges - here crickets
measure the night as they sing
"we are here, here, here,
here..."
while birds sleep
hidden among branches.
Only the distant waves of truck noise
from the freeway remind me
that this paradise of mine
this magic, fluid, living
folding and unfolding is my LA home
my own LA LA Land, of sweet
mountains under the brightest of Suns.
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