AGE 35

So much loose soil, gravel and stone
Most stripped down by water and wind
The rest by other forces, some a man lets into his life
Knowingly.

His friends are gone.
The dead ones are far peaks, too far, too far,
They inspire his strength against the snows,
Or when the glaciers move,
But they are too far to help.

Because what remains is only one man,
What remains is a mountain.

Mendoza, Argentina 3/11/2011