I dreamt I was a mountain
Stoically
Stoic ally
My moss grew on my good side
Exposed rock garden southwesterly
I dreamt my trails were green with daps in sunshine
I could tell you my history
Start to finish
But it would take a lifetime
I enjoyed certain certainties
Isolation
Ignorance
Immobility
The people that visited my paths
Were patient with my innocence
Boots would beat against my back
Leaving no bruises
My destiny was resilience
A maven in the mountains
A bulwark in resistance
I dreamt I was a mountain
Building bridges