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
in
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.