A Mountain and A Dweller
Five winters ago,
a girl stood on a mountain,
lonely and pulled
by the wind, by the world
by the molding and melting churn of heat far beneath
what else lay below the surface of snow and rock she could not tell
but stayed silent, breathing sharp air
Mocking trees and rocking birds came too close
The world turned cold, and the light in the world grew dreary,
and the girl knew she wasn’t going to find her golden light,
The gods finished their malevolent verse
hot tears fell on frosted cheeks.
The girl remembered.