I go to the mountain

 I want to know what is essential for life.
To be tested in a life of full.
On the mountain side where silence is the truest friend
Wrapping me in stillness in cold

granting me permission to reach myself again
By the exposed rocks I trace the summit 
The hardness of their surface
The coldness of it

My boot leaves holes and prints in the snow
I look aimless
Yet I know where my wandering legs go
even as the frosts press down

I want to know how the mountain talks
How it looks into me
What it learns from my presence
what I can learn from its