CHOOSING THE MOUNTAIN
When confronted by the culture
choose the mountain. A basketball
tournament blinds me. Athletes
running up and down the floor
while winter drops five inches
of dry snow on White Pass.
Rest before speaking, tension
breath within, early
with coffee and news. Saying
it makes the decision.
Saying it.
Mothership loaded, I open
Cold Mountain
from the butterscotch chair,
spaghetti with mushrooms
prepared for Karen.
The master waves the white whisk,
with the sandalwood handle,
pointing the way. Virtue
in preparedness, in sudden
speech. By noon
mothership backs into trees
by a snow cave dug out
by children with small shovels.
I stash two cans of Pepsi Cola
in the cave. Snow shoes
yield to skis, my Soul 7
powder ride, quickest
access to boundary ropes
and the imagination. From
flat light so many
available lenses.
Jim Bodeen
22 March—28 March 2021
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