They say there is a mountain somewhere,
Far away. In Utah, U.S.A.
A whole mountain—pro-grade ski runs,
Picture-ripe cabins, lithe cafés—
Dedicated to the self-discovery
Of people who’ll venture capital for a mountain
To ditch the bad vibes of those types
Who seem not to afford good investments.
I had thought mountains were unbuyable,
Which those retreating to them were to emulate:
Alone, in howling caves and shivering frames, daring
One-sided discourse with an immovable infinite.
The change these days may be that inner peace
Is now a totem to hold at bay not
Outer turmoil, but inner silence.
Or that they seek ‘To be a beacon
of inspiration and a light in the world’
Via a city on a hill that cannot be hidden,
But (thank heaven) can be fenced.
