Yellow Mountain

These small gods are crass and noisy
inconsiderate of anything but their own time and space
which is how they declare their power among the magnificence.

They have already conquered this mountain, once sacred
through cables and stairways, hotels and marble
plastic bottles of sweet tea and bottles of beer.

There's no need to give thanks to something you own.

They do not seem humbled by their blessings as they
spit and yell
following the news on the radio
and listening to pop on their cell phones.

But however omnipotent they feel
they cannot help but give their blessings
through their sweat, or spit, or breath.
Eventually humbled by fatigue,
every one has to sit and rest and
quietly give up to the beauty around them.