I never want to be past my prime
and I don’t want to spend
my life climbing either.
I want a resting place with no grade,
flat like a summer’s day
walking on the hard sand,
ocean’s edge, quiet strength,
sea breeze breath,
nothing in my hands.
I want the moisture of a rainy day,
when the air feels full of something to belong to,
not escape,
and everything is steady.
I want a lifelong valley.
I know the metaphor is dark,
but what’s
so bad about
living with mountains all around you?