Size Writes

To build a mountain takes an entire world,
crust and mantle, cloud and wind and water,
the plates groaning as they grind atop and below.
Millions of years pass, not all at once
but in a pile-up, a traffic jam. After all that time
it stands among its brethren clothed in avalanches
and some asshole puts a flag on it and says
this is mine. Well, fuck him and fuck that.
I will become a mountain with a word, with
a thought, with pen to paper, in the eyes
of those with eyes to see. I will rise because
I am a mountain, and the world needs mountains.
I will rise, a mountain without flag or nation, but you
can climb me and claim me if you let yourself
be claimed. Come stand on my shoulder,
come camp in my hand. It’s beautiful up here.