Lonely She
Lonely, she climbs a mountain:
At the top, in mirror blue air,
Her cloud-white breath disappears—
She is nothing and does not care.
The neighboring mountains shrug,
Old men playing solitaire;
On her bare peak a single shrub
Shrivels in the sun’s cold glare.
The view of empyrean expands
Below the same sky everywhere:
She is nothing and nobody—
A spirit freed that does not care.
Like her trailing breath, she drifts
Far from the joys of despair
Until, too late, she thins
And disappears up there.
Links:
[1] https://www.ablemuse.com/v6/poetry/lionel-willis/cliche?s=8e15ce93e3426e17906feb3416c6c156
[2] https://www.ablemuse.com/v6/poetry/marilyn-taylor/mixed-signals?s=8e15ce93e3426e17906feb3416c6c156