Moving Mountains
The light casts mountains to blue shadows
which only fall because they’re afraid
of heights. There’s a shine in the trails of
aeroplanes. It’s caught in a glass of
water which reflects windows in this
room where light thoughts float above dark ones
light thoughts beneath dark ones sink in this
room where out of glass water dimness
the shadows’ dance reflects through windows
trails are pulled back into aeroplanes
the sun is unshone. A jig like flames
of dark bravery in mountains, shifting.