Standing On Top a Cumberland Mountain

Never am I more myself

than when surrounded by sky

by water, by greens, browns and blues

when wind touches my skin

burns my cheeks and sun warmth

bathes my hair, dark hair

like forest earth

and when I stand atop

this sacred mountain

I see–I see.

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