Poem | The Mountain, Year 2

I’m going to the mountain today
by the dirt road.
I rest at each plateau
and remind myself
that what seems like nowhere
is me talking to the mountain,
rain on my shoulders,
hair like autumn grass
that blinds me as I climb
to the ridge of sea fossils
pushed up from other lives.

Published in the May 1, 2015 issue: 
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Nellie Hill’s work has appeared in a variety of magazines and literary journals. She has published two books, and her fourth chapbook, Winter Horse, is being published this month.

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