the mountain

sometimes            
i am on the mountain            
other times i see it from a distance            
it never looks the same            
but i always feel the same way about it            
an uneasiness            
an impending feeling            
           
tonight it's a towering spire            
like a piece of shrapnel in the earth            
           
the feeling is there            
         
everything is    
       
 
i suppose            
           
when we die            
it is like letting out a breath            
we do not realize we are holding in