Though the season may come late,
I will still be there to greet it;
Though the hour is delayed,
I can only choose to meet it.
If the mountain were not born,
It would still come into being
Through the concentrated sight
Of the creatures who are seeing.
Wherever you may wander,
By deepest night or shining day,
In this life or in another,
How can I fail to join your way?
©2016 Michael Fraley
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