He sighs with enormity, weeps in gullies
too big to hold himself, mountain shifts
avalanche of mica and schist
sliding down to ice-river beds.
His chest is draped in tundra splendour
rainbow willows and autumn alders,
at his feet the yellow aspen quake
he shimmers gold.
His peaks rip up the clouds
they fall lace-like, listlessly over the season’s demise.
Basalt and granite faults, cracks in his sides
reveal the secret life, molded in muteness
obsidian flickering, the glimmer of quartz
dreaming of his once volcanic eruption.