Monday, December 12, 2016

POEM: "A Mountain Tale"



A Mountain Tale
                      

                       for Yang Lei

The fan screens a scene
not unusual, not very special
two men just sit drinking
a village smokes below

They sing:

What are cares
when you’re drinking?
What are worries
when you’re laughing?


Below, villagers think of the murder
of work, of hardship and freedom

Above, old poets speak of the clouds
of mist, of dreams and their next lives

They sing:

We walk for years
saluting every sacred peak
knowing the Tao
will never end
now we end up here!


The mountain shudders
a cold wind bites
the two men draw closer
before they get up
and slowly choose their way down.


© 2016 Rob Schackne

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