The Jar on Flattop Mountain
(after Wallace Stevens)

I found a jar upon a mountain
and thought to open it
it smelled of moonshine and spring winds
upon that mountain top
It gathered in the village below
the lake and river and distant sea

I found a jar upon a mountain
near the village where I lived
it caught the light a certain way
and seemed to hold it there
It gathered in the autumn day
the sky, the mountains, the distant sea

Jack Donachy