bontemps

Mountains are rising all around me.
Some are so small they are not seen;
Others are large.
All of them get big in time and people forget
What started them at first.
Oh the world is covered in mountains!
Beneath each one there is something buried:
Some pile of wreckage that started it there.
Mountains are lonely and some are awful. (226)

Bontemps, Arna. "Golgatha Is a Mountain." The Portable Harlem Renaissance Reader. Ed. David Levering Lewis. New York: Penguin, 1994. 224-226.