Children access spirit worlds because they live there, it’s theirs. They can also be taken there. The mountain, always sacred, is one of the places Martin Luther King, Jr. spoke of, speaking in the city. Mountain top. One take with grand kids on Martin Luther King, Jr.’s birthday. Ski. Listen. Pay attention. Wonder about it all, friends. Go out in good courage. Twelve minutes with Grandpa, two 11-year-old grandchildren, MLK,Jr, the Mountain, twin-tip skis, and the world that has been given to them.


"Out of the mountain of despair, a stone of hope."
        --Martin Luther King, Jr.     
          from I Have A Dream, Washington, D.C., August 28, 1963

High Camp is where we go on skis.
The bathroom break, the microwave,
the mustard cups we fill with honey
and the honey we suck up
with stir straws. I find crosses
in window panes, window reflections,
and kids looking through railings
at people below. Dheezus and Sammie
chase flies clinging to windows
for warmth and light. This is

our place and why we ski.
Resting in a brown bag lodge.
Josh and Kate this day,
11-year old cousins who opened
this back country refuge
six years ago, at five.
It's Martin Luther King, Jr. Day.
We have last night's pizza, Capri Sun,
Mandarin Orange cups in juice
and the 16 January 2017edition
of The New Yorker, so we can
read Jelani Cobb's article
on King in Talk of the Town.

Welcome to the Mountain.
Bob Marley sings
Tell the children the truth,
Tell the children the truth,
while Leonard Cohen cautions,
and you don't want to lie,
not to the young.
This is music made
from what we bring
and find falling
as the mountain falls,
skis turn and go into now,
snow new, recording promise
time with children.

Jim Bodeen
16-17 January 2017

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