There stands a breathless mountain, zephyrless,

beneath a smoky sky that misbehaves —

thin wisps of cirrus cloud ease effortless

ghostdancing over groves and valleygraves.

Beauty abounds and blushes everywhere,

in certain spaces easier to spy,

in others hidden deeper — but she’s there,

haunting the highways with her smiling sigh.

Watching the walls, the screens, the city skyline,

I see her curving hills and dales instead;

the whole of Earth is ever in my eyeline.

Wherever she lays down her hand or head,

there — like Rhodes — greengray against the blue,

there stands a breathless mountain in my view.

-x2A