to the mountains

inexplicable


belonging reaches strong arms into the past
grasping at sunset colors that, for a moment
ignite the pines growing dark
along the fading ridges of the mountain’s rise

belonging looses the ship from its moorings
sets it on that straight course
pointed toward the farthest speck upon the horizon
and the faint siren call
always mournful in the winds

belonging sheds its boundaries
and walks among the clouds at midnight
casting moon shadows in an ancient cemetery

it follows no rules but its own
and goes out haunting dreams as if
that is it’s birthright

pb  © 2012