When I Awoke in the Mountains – a poem by Emily Peña Murphey

When I Awoke in the Mountains

When I awoke in the mountains
I sensed the green outside before opening my eyes.

When I awoke in the mountains
Scents of toast and bacon
Wafted from a linoleum kitchen.

When I awoke in the mountains
Big white mists were clearing in wisps,
Revealing the sun
In a bright blue sky.

When I awoke in the mountains,
Elders were gathering early below
Seated around a silver-edged table,
Sipping hot coffee,
Sharing their stories.

When I awoke in the mountains
I pictured at once the beloved surroundings:
Red soil dappled with shiny mica,
Spotted cows in an old hill pasture,
Blackberry bushes, a musical brook,
And a venerable black walnut tree.

When I awoke in the mountains,
Things awoke in me
That would never be shaded or silenced:
The mystery of families and places,
Humility of moving through forms that reach heaven,
The deep silent souls of rocks and plants;
A wish to enfold creation
In my childhood arms
Forever.

 

Emily Peña Murphey is a retired psychotherapist with academic training in psychology, social work, and Jungian psychoanalysis. She has family roots in Texas’ Río Grande Valley and the Smoky Mountains of North Carolina, and sings and plays the traditional music of both regions. She has published short fiction in several online journals, and enjoys writing from a cross-cultural perpective.  Her current projects include a collection of short stories and a trilogy of trans-border novels. She lives in Philadelphia.

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