Some weeks ago I had a dream in which I met a woman. The next day I was inspired to bring the form again to my eyes with pencil and paper. I did my best to draw, closing my eyes to capture the vivid image left in my memory. Unable to truly capture the form with my limited drawing skills I reverted to my preferred medium of words, and in so doing realized that this beautiful woman I met in my dreams was in fact a female representation of the amazing mountains around Ashland that I have developed a rather “intimate” relationship with from many ascents on my bicycle. Residents, visitors of Ashland, who have ascended Dead Indian Memorial Road have seen the western sunset sunlight draped across its subtle contours will know this form I am writing of. I have attached a couple pictures of the very hills that inspire my dreamings, if you click on pictures they will go to full size…
If every day I can find this
I realized the form of her hips was the line of the mountains to the east.
Her skin the golden warm summer grass in sunset dropping light.
The low between her navel and breasts the gentle valley
where the north wind wrapped like my hand held close.
It is where I fill my breath deep, sweat, and feel just how fast my heart can beat today.
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