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