I Move at the Speed of Mountain

Sometimes I rumble & quake,

pulling apart at the seams

& opening new pathways.

Sometimes the howl of the wind shakes loose rocks from my surface.

I let them fall away.

Sometimes I spew water.

Other times its lava.

Either way, I will be

transformed

and you will be, too.

Sometimes flowers &

shrubs & trees sprout:

sweet, succulent plant life

that sprouts playful &

precious animal life.

I host life.

And I host destruction,

receiving lightning’s

fiery bolt

and welcoming

a wealth of water

that consumes all things.

I shift my plates & go

in a different direction -

on a whim.

I break ground.

I stand tall,

effortlessly,

growing from within,

recreating myself for millenia.

And here I am, just

looking like I’m sitting here.