A distant thump in the night
a faint rustling;
a slow creaking
a figure floats slowly into view
silhouetted by the light of the moon
a ghostly appearance in
long flowing garments
A tap at the mountain
an invitation to dance;
the mountain twitches
Louder than words
the mountain moves
shifting, creating the valley;
the coverings are shed and thrown in
she scales the mountain
over the pinnacle
she comes to rest in the valley
and there sleeps peacefully.
MEB
2-3-2012
