PCT poem | The moon over Mt. Saint Helens

The moon over Mt. Saint Helens
is there to remind us,
floating morning-white as the glaciers that crest the volcanoes,
that certain bodies are forever
and others only once.

And caught on the mountainside I am actually moved to tears, for in celestial time —
phases, not minutes or years —
the mountain’s life is no longer
than mine.
I see the light of dead stars in the shapes of my friends.

The moon over Mt. Saint Helens
comes again every season,
every summer, when all living things in the hemisphere have reached their height,
to tell us:
time becomes you
so take away your reasons for stalling.