Sit. Gaze upon me. Learn. I bear the storms that weather me blunt. I endure the searing sun the scours my surface clean. I stand. Strength in stillness: this you learn from me. Stop your petulant, random motion, so like a storm-tossed sea. Stand in your stillness. Feel your root. Then you’ll not sway at every tempest. Then you, too, will endure.
mountain trail
heavy breathing, heading up
to the apex
the sore thighs on the descent
accompanying such peace
for the Tanka Poets on Site–Gerry Muse, June 22, 2019: Mountain
UPDATE: appearing in ColoradoBoulevard.net’s Poets Salon: A Mountain with Your Name (hosted by Katha Abela Wilson)
Frank J. Tassone 
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