Muir had it wrong
They are not calling
The mountains, they are waiting
We are the ones who call out
Yearning for a response
From the rolling Appalachains
cradling our broken bodies and fragile spirits
held in her lush, green hollows
Yearning for a response
From the rapturous Rockies
stealing our breath, humbling our pride
admonished to sit in the grasp of our humanity
betwixt her towering pinnacles and glaciated valleys
No
They are not calling
They are waiting
To offer rest for those who do call
Perhaps one day we will learn to be like mountains
We will wait
Extending rest to our own selves and others who come seeking it
Let us adopt the pace of mountains
And wait
