Mountains, Two Parts
One night the lake was black as space
Reflecting stars
And the big mountain slope was half in shadow
But the other half the color of the full moon
Her trees wreathed with snow like scales on a fish
and her mood alive and terrible
She was alive in that place
Communing with the stars
Her slopes shone like metal
And her mood like a red hot sun at noon
Talking the long language of planets, a niche
and I knew she remembered a crucible
I pass her slopes often
and she's not been awake since
I wonder in the long peel of geologic time
did I see her wake once in a million(s) of years
and the lake's young depths, are no longer afraid