The mountain seems firm in its position.
By and large, within my life span, it is –
assuming no tectonic upheaval
or sudden volcanic eruption. 

I do not see myself so resolute
as an ancient sierra, for instance; 
I am too easily influenced
by features in the terrain around me. 

More akin to rivers, I meander –
though surely follow a determined course
from high lake, into valley, toward ocean.

Being so, I commune among those peaks
whose vantages appear immutable
and in time, perhaps alter them, if only
 
a bit.