wordless 45 May 09, 2023 in Travel, Wordless I was going along a dusty highroadwhen the mountainacross the wayturned me to its silence:oh I said how comeI don’t know yourmassive symmetry and rest:nevertheless, said the mountain,would you wantto belodged here witha changeless prospect, risento an unalterable view:so I went oncounting my numberless fingers. — A. R. Ammons