Illustration by Sussi Louise Smith.
Hills
These hills were here
before me
and when I’m gone,
they’ll be here
before you.
These trees too,
they tell us
things that were
and will be,
like the wind
carrying old songs
that will carry ours.
And when she calls
we are pulled to her,
into the inward pond
where you too will be pulled,
and in that tumbled embrace,
beneath her earthy core,
we are here
and home is near.