from where i sit

from where I sit
i can see the foothills
rising to rocky, snow-covered peaks

the hills, stretching in every direction,
are covered in
neat rows of houses, mansions

earth moved and
reconstructed
to house refrigerated air and
and clean windows

and if i close my eyes, i can imagine
the hills
naked

or clothed in
pine forest and grass prairie
antelope and deer
turkey and mountain lion
roaming in
equilibrium
*
at night, driving along the hills
a deer comes into view, grazing on the roadside
struck by the headlights, frozen
eyes bright

mentally, i capture this image
finding it so strange and meaningful

i recall the childhood game i played
“find what does not belong”
and i ask myself,

is it the deer that does not belong on the asphalt, under the streetlight, among the rows and rows of houses, unending?

or

is it me, in this car, riding along the carcass of the alpine meadow, among the skeletons of trees resurrected as towering houses
taking up space
taking away space
from where it belongs?
*
from where i sit
behind the glass window
on the second floor of a
house on top of a hill
overlooking the meadow rising to the
rocky, snow-covered peaks

i am struck
not by the beauty of the landscape

but by its scarring

and my own hands

-A

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Author: City Sister and Mountain Mama

Lindsey and Autumn of citysistermountainmama.wordpress.com

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