Vul-Ner-A-Ble? ...

... Im-Possi-Ble...


Today I sat beside a lake.
I did not bring a phone--they don't work here. I didn't bring
a map. I wasn't going anywhere.
I did not bring a camera, to capture
another mountain
behind a lens.

I did not bring a pen: there were not sufficient words to write
the breeze that froze in the air, suspended
over my skin like the lips
of a lover;
like the hand of a Friend.