monster mountain

and it was always too much,
like the morning sun that’s too hot,
a beauty too brilliant for the eyes to fully hold.
it was always too grand.

my dreams and visions never seemed more than life,
but that was when i was dreaming them.
monsters make sense in the dark,
but in the light you realize they’re nothing more than
dressers,
curtains,
and chairs.

when i was a child i thought that mountains were miles into the sky,
but now that i am older i know about prominence and elevation.