Maybe you can imagine
one deafening crash
after another, and another,
the movement of two or more
boundlessly large objects
grappling in violent collision.
Maybe you can see now,
in the space where these objects
were once peacefully separate,
skyward growth, sharp and
treacherous, towering over
entire continents that surround it.
Maybe you can hear
how quiet it's become since then,
how only the leylines of the wind,
the hiss of ever-falling snow,
and sparse traffic of humanity
now intersect upon it.
Maybe if I idle here - beard frozen,
skin dry - for silent eons enough,
these peaks will speak to me.
