UP A MOUNTAIN DEEP IN INDONESIA – POEM BY JEAN JONES

Up a mountain deep,
in Indonesia

in the island of Sumatra,
deep in Indonesia

where no one speaks English,

where the only tourists
are blonde-haired Dutch
men & women

& up the mountain
that goes up in
curves

driving in weaves
up a single road
up a mountain
where you find yourself
at the top
of a crater,

the crater a huge
lake
& down the crater
the lake stretches
out for miles

& from the top
of the mountain

it seems
that life when
viewed from a
distance
high above

it stretches for miles
its dimensions
unfathomable
its length & width
unrecognizable

its beauty
insurmountable

& before one
descends
back down

into the thick of things
into the crowds of people
into the cars that
weave around this life

it seems
that for an instant,
for a second
life like this lake
is so beautiful

an eye clear & pristine

one could almost live in it

swim in it
w/joy
on a hot
blue June day

deep in the hills
of Indonesia
where no one
speaks
English

where the
only tourists
are blonde haired
Dutch men & women

for an instant
you could
touch it

you could
live it
you could
believe in it
& for an instant

I was
glad
to be alive
to be there
to be here

on top of
the lake
whose
dimensions
are
unrecognizable

&
before
I descend
I see
this

& I am
smiling
for I am
alive
I'm ere
& I don't want
to be

anywhere
else
anywhere
else
anywhere
else

& I
wish you
were here

in the
sunlight
w/me

right here
right now

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