Once upon a time
I spotted a mountain I could climb
Because not to do it - would be a total crime
How could I miss out on such a prime?
A peek so high
Boy, did I try
For a moment I believed I could fly
Like a bird floating high in the sky
But the mountain was only a reflection
Waiting for me to make a connection
It must also have faced once or twice - rejection
And perhaps it finally lost its over-all direction.
So what if I leave the mountain alone?
And instead of climbing, just sit there on a stone
It could be more peaceful than anything else I've known
And before long, it would seem that I have grown.
Grown to see that the mountain is not there at all
And even if it was - it really isn't that tall
And what if I had reached the top just so I could fall?
All and all, I'd rather have a different kind of curtain call.
In April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.
Header Art: Daniel Landerman