oh i crave the mountains now,
their deep craggy valleys,
the steep inclines, the tree line, pines.
clinging fog, sticky and multiplying,
folding the mountaintops into the sky,
sucking in sightlines
and emitting that sweet, damp smell.
have you ever danced in a cloud?
have you ever breathed pure oxygen?
oh i crave height, distance,
echoing miles and geographic might.
flex for me now, sweet Appalachia,
open your dark coal heart,
and let me find my way home.