Stony Tsunamis

Stony Tsunamis

The mountains jut and jostle. They outdo

Us in their lifespans, weight, and height, and size.

Their roots go deeper than a human crew

Can reach. Tectonic shoves spread mountain thighs.

The earth moves, shuddering as women can

In lust to grow more love. The lands grow, far

Apart, as continent and island clan

(As archipelago and chain) must jar

Away. White tops rise up and topple wide.

They fall to valleys and to seismic sea.

Time’s peaks soar out of oceans and collide

Long eons later. Doom and force agree.

Crowned mountain ranges have their span and death.

Rocked mountains have a grinding, silent breath.