like mountains that push their way slowly upward

fingers prying at the edges of frayed paper

tongues dry from ******* hot air

my heart beats in my neck and wrists

and i know



how one can cross vast plains on wheels of love

pulled and pushed towards an end

impossible and distant.

how one can lay spent, exhausted

doubting what is meagerly ours.

counting what is lost and gained.

living and dying as desert river
at the whim of the wheel.



like mountains moving by inches towards the coast,

nostrils flared by the acrid smell of burning life,

eyes red from looking and looking,

my flesh tenses

and i know



how one can settle to birth an immigrant wind

and change without knowing,

half way home,

the place and direction we travel.

our name and kinship,

perfect water.

until the final lovely steps

and we lay asleep in the arms

of our past.



like mountains falling,

tops rounding with time,

eyes focused on coming showers,

lungs full and clean,

my heart beats in my neck and wrists

and i know.



that this instance, this place, these hands and arms that

soon will rest,

shall work and make and design and drive

and i know

that this time was the perfect time

to have stood with you and carved our names

in the rock that is our history.