See yourself over the mountain, a trail to follow, rest areas,

blotches of snow that do not melt in the summer.

The downy birches are the starting line, the elevation, the ascent

the distance. The place where you were heading. But after every

crest (summit) there is a new (summit). What you see

from that height, a billowing quilt, the mountain. It unfolds.

© Pernilla Berglund, Increasing (2013), translated by Katherine Stuart