The mountain climbed into the earth
Water hiding in mirth of springs
yet thirst gravels the throat
Quiet enters dawn
and toes scrape against the dirt; dry and callous
Song opens the horizon
Bare vigilance as
radiance weighs perception;
Watching the sun burst into light
While the old woman
Carefully leans into the weeds
finds a seasoned fruit
she will stand tall again despite
flinging gravel
Spreading dust into dreams
Barely visible in the distance
Hope scarcely touches chapped lips
Still lingering a God who sees more than life
Holds heart to hear
I am I am in you.