Something fugitive, uncertain, fleeting.
But if you're a rock, then having two birdspot eyes is maybe enough.
With the patience of stone.
Sun on the rocks, like wet on water.
So close they're almost touching.
So far, so distant, so cool.
Wouldn't you expect it here, in the sun, in the wet?
But would you expect it to be so...fresh?
Wrap yourself. Wrap tightly.
Then be clean in your fresh snowskin.
Put them together and what do you get?
Two leafs, same as you started with.
The mountains have a secret.
Somewhere behind that toothy grin.
See a bunny? See any pants?
See what I mean? (Don't get too close just yet.)
Winging its way from here to there.
The sky says "Bye!"
From here to forever.
Asking endlessly receding questions.