Realization

The mountain pierces through the tall cloud’s shimmer

Shattering their tranquility

stirring up the clouds and brewing a storm.

See the marvelous coats of white as they snake their way down the mountain,

embracing their enemy. They circle it,

ensnaring it with words whispered lightly on a freezing morning

sending tendrils of smoke to the sky

where they gather forming one thing:

perhaps a consciousness or thought that then falls down like dust upon the heads of sleeping children,

who wake to find themselves in a land of clouds.