Even Zeus must get tired of the view sometimes
By Casey Killingsworth
At some point this place was called
Olympus, home of the gods.
Everything is majestic here, even the brewery
on the other end of town.
Sometimes I forget how lucky I am, sitting here
watching mountains as if it were a career,
an executive position in a company where
workers who only talk about mountains
get to sort mail in the mailroom, but the ones who
actually look at the mountains--maybe look is
too small a word here--love mountains,
presidents’ chairs are waiting for them.
Last night on my way home I thought I saw Zeus,
but it was only the brewery owner,
who is himself a drunk. Zeus, by the way, was not
the smartest god or even the fastest or strongest;
he was only the leader, by which I mean
he watched mountains, maybe even loved them.