a mountain lures
and lies about its height
its secrets trickle down rocks
on wind
and tails of birds
singing, Come.
in that first step
a migration
a magnet, pulling
towards some unknown landscape
not knowing what it means
to reach a destination
a soft evade
the summit calls
higher than you've reached before
beware, amongst the clouds
waits vertigo
lurks doubt
let your bodies meet:
a bird, a mountain
singing, Come.
