JOURNEY

Wearing a thick fog
the mountain ventured

into a nearby valley
as suddenly and silently

as a mountain could
if it so choose.

The night also aided
and abetted its efforts.

It splashed through a wide river
and over a geographical border

to the next country
without anyone being anything

the wiser.

It saw towns
and more humans

than it had ever
seen in its life.

The noise and activity
troubled its thoughts

and it turned and returned
before the new day dawned.

It decided to stay
in the place where it was

born
clutching a morning to itself

winking at me

telling me to tell
nobody

of what I had seen
of its wandering

or the thoughts
that lay sleeping

in its great
granite mind.