Don't Mention It
Twice inundated by oceans, this
mountain, not quartz really, but sand,
thrusts up in igneous activity. Even
mist that hangs at dawn like a rain cloud
And what of that complexity of communal life:
humming birds, backyard cardinals, chicadees,
pelicans and porcupines? They nest
in our morning walks like crystal
pockets in red granite. Like us, they belong.
The first settlers of
hunted mammoths 18,000 years ago.
Now we prowl dark caves until tiny
sweet faces of bats glint in our light.
And only the ring-tailed miner's cat moves.