Out of Reach

The near mountains, pretending to be a piece

of the sky, seem to be moving further and further

away from me.

With their majestic peaks leaking snow and ancient

trails tracing a rock-strewn gash in the

underbrush, they still reach out to touch me as I pass,

This must arrest all who climb its height to see the restless

ocean rocking rhythmically in its gigantic tub rubbing the earth

inexorably into granular bits of sand