There was a mountain ahead
I must have passed it
Maybe I got turned around
spun wild in this wind
but I know I am heading north
There is sky above me
sunlight twinkling with nighttime
specks peering out from dark blue

Maybe I am on the mountain
the slope low, moss cushioning
dusty rocks
In this shadow of the moon
I cannot tell
but the air is clearer
the sky, wider
the silence filled with sounds of life

Maybe more mountains are ahead
I cannot see them
I can only feel gravity moving
time pulling
and that between ground, air and I
there is nothing

Maybe I am the mountain tonight.