The Mountain by Day

The peaks and folds emerge
unsheathed in broken shafts of
dusty sun-light.

He Stalked the mountain for years
like a beast of prey, visiting it at all
times of the day and night.

His enthusiasm was expressed
in a recorded remake.

'have a good look at this saintly mountain!
What elan, what imperious thirst for the sun,
and what melancholy when all this
heaviness returns in evening..."

These blocks were once fire.
There is still fire within them.

Shadow and Daylight seem to retreat,
shuddering in fear of them.
When large clouds are passing, you
see their shadows trembling
on the rocks as if scalded,
and swallowed by fire.

From a distance, all is calm.
Her foot hills an ocean bathed in light
cast from her peaks where the dark
shadows of those passing clouds are
dispersed and burned away.