The mountains can make you forget your body,
become boundless as the fine-grained air
full of ice and sunlight,
but only for a breath-long moment,
for you are as much a breathing as a thinking thing,
and your heartskinmuscles are as part of you as
the song your father used to sing about sunshine,
and your bloodbonefingernails are important as
the list of things you've lost.
Stella Nickerson is a professor of chemical engineering at Brigham Young University. Her poems have appeared in Mezzo Cammin, the Rotary Dial, Strong Verse, and Strange Horizons.