mountains
I’m a birdie in the sky
these mountains my home
my womb
my lover
my creator
I look upon your curves
soft and vast
your crevices
sharp and deep
with passion for living
and if I die tomorrow, it doesn’t matter
because I was in your presence
because I saw this beauty
if but for a few moments
these clouds drifting by
slowly, steadily
I laugh at the Creator/ Goddesses/ Gaia/ Mama Pacha
each cloud unique, a work of art.
And I laugh for thinking I was being frivolous creating.


