MOUNTAIN MAN
Steep uplands and gracious valleys
challenge all comers.
You, Mountain Man, are young-
old enough to till them.
Under your string hands,
dark-peaked mountains firm
into promise of crop.
The dark hidden valleys flush,
quiver into warm life
under your onslaught.
You till. Breathless
you broadcast seed.
The topmost peak achieved,
the blinding blaze of the summit
realized, you rest.
Clouds, soft, peaceful, sweet,
billow beneath you -
O, Mountain Man, cropper
of uplands and valleys.