the pure rock soul of mother mountain,
on her wide back, looks into bottomless sky, flies the crystal
stars so far away they might as well not exist, but they do—so that
She, so that we,
glint together and wonder about one another.
upward eyes receive the universe as She shows the cosmos her rapturous
the outer edges of all that is—the sky—
eternally in love, so beyond our small hearts that it might as well be
the indifference of science, but isn’t.
rock body so massive it might as well be the moon.
But it is She, the reclining seer who sees us with mother eyes
as she sleeps.
in my dreams, my hand reaches Her and disappears into soft, cloudlike
my eyes open to the glinting stars.