Poem for Mt Baldie

There is a bend in the day
as you walk
on this, Time's mountain.

There is eating,
there is merry,
there is crimson
there is dawn.

I go,
not ashamed
of the fire,
lying
deep
in thy core.

Today there are leaves,
there are trees,
there are rivers.
Many times they have come
over Ages.

But I sit here
in mysolitary,
and the fire burns.
 I am warm.