There’s Something Behind Those Mountains

Making mountains look so alike
The clouds climb carefully atop
and stare

Like something there is they defend
They lock fingers as if to pray
for war

Knees far apart, feet well rooted
Communion shared, healing received
at last

Sunlight vacates and night appears
but spectre insists and sentries
remain

Below the hilt is a light on
deepening the black reflection
he saw

They stood at ease when we don’t watch
There’s something behind those mountains
that breathes

Leonell