It is incredulous the way
Mountains sprout
Up from flat earth, with
Tectonic shifts
Or water washed minerals
Broadcast asunder
Leaving the landform
In some small way
Bigger. Or the way
Guttural rock can spit
From its lips
Hot and liquid
Leaving the mountain fatter
And new skinned.
Its growth unsubstantial
Enough to catch
Their silent shift
Through slow time.
If we like gods could speed it up
And watch
The dance of landscapes,
The mountains
Shuffling their feet.
