Last Spring, in Vermont, heading back to Quebec
When I am in flat or mountainless territory
it feels like a piece of the background's gone missing.
When I am in cities that build skyward, stacking their residents in
vertical towers, it feels claustrophobic
in a way that mountains towering over and enclosing me
I need to see mountains like some need to smell the sea;
feel their thereness, their accessibility
to mitigate the reminder of their
I only know Vermont, New Hampshire, and Pennsylvania mountains,
(and a glimpse, once, of the Alps, which
took my breath away. Literally.)
I would not fare well in the desert, methinks.
Or places that know no snow.
Environment ... how it molds us,
Missing those mountains when I re-see this old snapshot.