I heard these mountains think yesterday.

Their thoughts are as deep

and as ancient

as the wild veins of gold

that tangle shining among their toes.

they are so much slow

er than I

am

that I had some trouble

checking my headlong flight

long enough to

listen.

Many men

who lived before me

understood the thoughts

of these mountains.

Wait!

Did you hear laughing?

Mountains from The Taste of Wild Water by Stephen Harrod Buhner