Mountain

Nothing's moving I don't see anybody
And I know that it's not a trick
There really is nothing moving there
And there aren't any people. It is the very utmost top
Where, as is not unusual,
There is snow, lying like the hair on a white-haired person's head
Combed sideways and backward and forward to cover as much of the top
As possible, for the snow is thinning, it's September
Although a few months from now there will be a new crop
Probably, though this no one KNOWS (so neither do we)
But every other year it has happened by November
Except for one year that's known about, nineteen twenty-three
When the top was more and more uncovered until December fifteenth
When finally it snowed and snowed
I love seeing this mountain like a mouse
Attached to the tail of another mouse, and to another and to another
In total mountain silence
There is no way to get up there, and no means to stay.
It is uninhabitable. No roads and no possibility
Of roads. You don't have a history
Do you, mountain top? This doesn't make you either a mystery
Or a dull person and you're certainly not a truck stop.
No industry can exploit you
No developer can divide you into estates or lots
No dazzling disquieting woman can tie your heart in knots.
I could never lead my life on one of those spots
You leave uncovered up there. No way to be there
But I'm moved.

by Kenneth Koch

Comments (7)

I visited this poem second time for its philosophical ground and nice theme. Really it is a beautiful Senryu.
Very profound, Mark. The pain is telling us to slow down before it's too late.
Very true. For me this brings to mind my grandmother whose name was also Charlotte. I always wish I could have spent more time with her. You just never know when the hourglass is low on sand.
Because clock and heart is never meant to be nice to each other for long...and that is because what life is about feel, remain, learned, and all get repeated again as time keep flowing....Wonderful thoughts in minimal words!
Life carries many experiences and we feel these. Past goes back so far very fast. Pain still sets and we realize beauty of hope for getting joy in next step. An amazing meaningful poem is well penned....10
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