Nobody knows the heart <br />of the mountain goat <br />as he leaps <br />from crag to crag <br />over distant stones. <br /> <br />But I tell you <br />he leaps in joy, <br />his back curving <br />in white ecstasy <br />against the black rocks. <br /> <br />He lives far <br />from where the heart <br />is too heavy to leap <br />and falls to a broken death <br />on stony ground.<br /><br />Rory Hudson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mountain-goat/
