Traces in a window

I’ll trace a path through layers of dust upon a window pane betraying years I’ve spent beneath a mountain I won’t climb, the outline of a shadow on the landscape taking breaths before they’re finished. And my finger knows the trails it’s drawn, but only on the canvas of the glass between us scratched and brittle so to yield an injured view of efforts fixed and futile, of unattempted journeys to a summit still too high and growing. And the slope, the slope is brutal so I bolt the door and watch from here, but on the clearer days I see an image of a face behind my traces on the glass, and its eyes watch from the mountainside my window gather dust.

#IndependenceMine #Alaska

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