Riding a mountain

Omslag Werklik

Photographic: DWV

Riding a mountain

.

The muscles

in the mountain’s haunches

ripple as it strides forward.

Its feet

clatter on the slippery plate

deep down underneath.

.

The tides of the centuries

ripple over the mountain’s flanks

like fluttering birdsong.

.

The long back of the mountain

flexes and relaxes lithely

as it moves forward

through the thin vapour of time

being born continuously

in front of its wet nose.

.

I sit behind

the hump of this holy cow,

my heels clenching its sides.

All the time I am here

I am here.

About kruger01

Poet, author, translator Grandfather of five. Bonsai grower.
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