Mountain
Stands,
Ridged
As
The
Landscape
Of
A
Hand,
Gnarled
Knuckles
Grasping
The
Quartz
And
Sand.
Strangers
Come
To
Stand
Atop
The
Crest
And
Reverently
Gaze
To
The
West,
As
Though
To
Be
Ten
Thousand
Feet
Above
The
Air
Misted
Rest
Somehow
Makes
Them
Feel
Blessed.