Fellow mountains

I am a mountain
Standing still in the world
which develops around me
I am a face in the rock
noble, uncaring, untouched by the scurrying things
touched only by scurrying time
I am a mountain
the snow creates my hollows
the rain skirts me in shallow mounds of sand.
I am sensational and distant,
I am horrible and huge.
Fellow mountains where are you?
Touch me,
wake me,
dare.