mother “N”

A trickle of wind flows over the mountain
her breath descends leeward on down
wheat and barley exchange awkward looks as they dance slowly
above the wanton prairie
a fox sniffs aloof, whilst secretly scenting the breeze, eye’s ablaze
the moon opens one eye, the good one
n’ damn if that man didn’t wink behind the shades
half a world away the sun races over ancient waterfalls,
blinding every blade of grass below with molten love
a dolphin shimmies through auburn-green kelp and
giggles noisily at a passing crab bartering with young squids
the tide begins to seethe broodily about something in the air,
invisible but fair
an earthquake tremor shocks the core of iron
with the energy of a singularity
white horses stampede east across a field of purple lilac
and blood red milkweeds, then rare up on hind legs in unison, defiant
a sweetest fairy smiles translucently somewhere in the sky above
some towering tsunami approaches out of the westward and
foamy water froths at the mouth of this behemoth’s black and blue face
lightning strikes the ocean wall and the waves become
that mountain met in the beginning before the end
at twelve thousand feet tall now and moving at the speed of fresh sound
the water transforms into a small planet of it’s own
the Earth, instantly covered in a healing blanket woven of aloe
once stranded before the storm, shivers and shakes, then settles.