VALLEY
where all the air
and the winds will whip
water and snow to ice
while we sequester in place
where the fires fly over the mountains
smoke painted on backdrops of flame
and a world renewed in death, destruction
defining mortality
rebirthed so living fire may feed again
inhaling wind
exhaling flame
breathing as living things do
where silence is more death than peace
and the sun, the clouds, the mountains
stand apart competing
for a night so they may hide
where under the cover of stars
alone with the moon
wind whispering to the the music of mountains
with a blanket of clouds
an accusation instead
of a question
do you love
in the night
it is so hard to see
from the valley
so you must travel
to the mountain
a.mendoza 6-2020