I can see pink
lights dance on peaks
I can smell from miles away
In the cold shadow
of our mountain
Waiting for the day to start

The quiet surrounds
Body and Soul
except for the whistling trees
the bending and finally breaking brush
the sliding rocks:
The Earth plays
tricks on your feet

Boys throw rocks
because the silence frightens
but I sit still
listening to the sun
and watching the shadow grow shorter

Feeling our mountain grow taller.