Napowrimo April 12th, 2022
Let your writing explore something small – I explored contrasting perspetives
On the bed of the Tethys Sea,
Higher than any woman has climbed,
As high as any man on earth can be.
Above the nappes, the gneiss, and schists she sits,
Where jet stream winds and ice combine to play,
A game of metamorphic splits.
And erode the time she cannot count,
The sediment of eons past,
Compressed and cooked to birth this massive mount.
On mountain breath, into her lungs, a grain does fly,
Wind and ice have won.
And dust meets dust just below the sky