mountain dwellers of georgia
in possession of
unassuming luminosity
cloaked in hoods,
in possession of
an opaque curiosity
to brew tea
to herd sheep
to weave baskets
and to arrive in this city
that makes you question
everything you are
and everything you believe
this city leaves you wanting
it leaves you wanting
just a little while longer
until you understand
and then you're part of it
the way you are the mountains of georgia
you're part of its story, the glory
the grandeur
the grit, the manure
fewer prophets
have emerged from this land
