Every mountain is an assassin
if you count the bodies of the fossils
or every mountain is a graveyard
or a wonderland
or a microcosm of the very side of the universe we’re currently calling home.
This mountain we all must climb
by plucking at the sands of rhyme
each granule by granule by granule
until we’ve turned mountain into beach
until we can all reach the summit
standing above it
just by laying down a beach towel
and letting the tide come to us.