Peaks and Mountains

High above
Like a dove,
On the peak of a trembling mountain,
I let my wings
Learn to sing
The songs and rhythms of safety.
I fall a little, flap a lot
Play and giggle, and dance to the plot
Of the storm as she sways and gathers,
With a force so timid, yet it scatters
Leaves and plants,
And the homes of soldier ants
Before stepping back to look in their faces…
And speeding off to other places.

High above
Like a dove,
On the peak of a misty mountain,
I flap a little, flap a lot,
Hovering around the fume,
Waiting on the sun like,
When do you officially resume?

Leonell