Solitude

a lonely mountain
has no place
she can go,
no way
to move around,
no one
to call her own;
her eyes
upon the valley,
growing,
glowing
in her folds,
her heart
in the gushing river
dancing and
wandering forth;
her strength
lies in her
stillness,
being herself,
and alone;
waiting
for her friends -
the pilgrims,
the clouds,
the mist, and
the song birds.