Mount Eden

The neighborhood isn't Eden.
It is not much more than a glorified
trailer park of preachy people.
It is my home, though.
I'd move in a flash if I could,
but I'd miss my mountains.
How many people can claim
peaks close enough to touch?
When life gets me black and blue,
I strike out toward the summit
and allow myself to be swallowed
in nature's perspective.
It works every time.

Yeah, I'd miss my mountains.