Sasha And The Mount

Reciting Sasha in words
would be like capturing
a shard of sunlight,
refracting it to express
a spectrum of light
and finding it far
too flat. She is more four
dimensional than that.
Her existence is
infinitesimally fractionated,
she is a thousand
simultaneous conversations,
a million strands of information,
a mass of contemporary
relationships.

And when the mountain
fell on her head and she
froze in stasis it is said
the mountain bled for
her silently. It is not a
submissive mountain,
but Sasha will climb it
again to be part of the
pantheon at its peak.
She will flicker and glow
in the circle of light which
defines the ancient deities,
grow with dedication and
ceremony. Sasha is ready
to climb Mt Beerwah again.
© I.D. Carswell 2006