ALONE LOOKING AT THE MOUNTAIN

All the birds have flown up and gone;

A lonely cloud floats leisurely by.

We never tire of looking at each other -

Only the mountain and I.

Does this poem by the Chinese poet, Li Po (701 - 762), capture how you look at mountains and how you hope, the mountain looks at you?


- photograph taken in early October 2011 in the Chartreuse region of France.

OJ