The Mountain


If I were the ringleader of the circus
The chairman of the rodeo the grand
Dame of the garden club
Admiral of the world’s navies
Owner of the planet’s largest
Deposits of fine pink marble
I would build a tall mountain far
Out at sea fill the cracks
With rich black soil
Plant four hundred varieties
Of roses surround the base with
A string of lotus pearls
Have wild bucking horses their
Teeth ivory in the new sun
Lathering as they laugh
At seabirds on the slopes station a
Fleet of lavender ships offshore
To fire their cannons to announce
Your awakening stretch each dawn
Standing as you will on a ledge
Of marble stooping to smell
And taste the nearest
Roses this is the island
That I will call home this is
The one.

Allston James