Coming Over The Hill This Morning

Halim Dunsky

Coming over the hill this morning

you saw the mountains flung across the sky

breastbones wide

creating space for the heart to expand,

the lungs to fill with icy sunlit air


The mountains breathe

at the pace of the day

inhale with the sunrise

exhale with the deepening dark


When the breaths of your life

bring you again to shaded city canyons

where towers rise up only for the bearing down

and cold air reaches in to suck

all hope from your warm bones


Hold on young man

the time for letting go

is not yet


Breathe with the mountains

Copyright Halim Dunsky

July, 1994



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