A mermaid stretches across my mountains
Her fiery belly making coral.
Of cliff faces iced and drifting snow,
My world suddenly under the sea.
Each morning when
Pyrois, the fiery one,
Surges next to Eous, Aethon, and Phlegon,
Mountains kneel before their magic.
Centuries of human musing
Bows before human experience
Prostrates under coral coated clouds
Yet again failing to evoke the sunrise.
And me:
Coffee, dogs, warm lamp,
Pen in hand,
Joining the legions in wordless wonder.
