Many mountains. I am
Thirsty roots suck life from earth
Rain that falls seeps through my veins
I lift my feet, pull up, resist the ground
The water creeps.
It dilutes me, cuts me, makes me weak
porous. I am rooted in water, and air
that rises gives life to plants, gives none to me
I shrivel. Close the gaps where darkness forms
Set loose through cracks, the barefoot hippy
freefalls, catches rainbows, leaps and springs
with yelps on jagged rocks beneath
I catch the birds and set the water free
I am old. I am wise. I am high
I am all the flowers and the trees. They are me
I am unpredictable. I am power. I am many
Penny, you are seen by all.
But you are things no one can see.