I talked a lot on our way up the 6,500 ft peak. I talked and taught until I realized that the mountain said more than I ever could. The wind through the pines and birch, rushing water from a distance, the bird’s song, our shoes on the dirt trail, the clouds, the sky, sun breaks, light mist in our face, trickling streams running across the trail, the struggle to climb and keep climbing, the silence in between laughter. I wasn’t doing the teaching at all, my words were far inferior to that of the beginningless change of the forested mountain.
As foreigners, who’ve lost their way from home,
here to travel and explore,
To conquer and accomplish,
We found only exactly what we were looking for
A world of immediate wonder
Telling us that we are not foreign at all.