If you ever stop and look up
And see that beautiful mountain
The one that brought you here
and realize how beautiful it is.
How you’ve laid cradle in its valley
While it gave you new birth
To the parts of you
that blossom each spring.
If you ever stop and look up
In the sunniest of days
And feel peach flush
Back into your cheeks and spine.
How you’ve sought solace
In the joy of returning solstice,
Warm breeze carrying
All the creation I’ve risked to have.
If you feel all of that
On a warm spring day,
It’s time to get out of there.
Go somewhere where you hold it everyday.
Wax Poetic by Julia Johnson 