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.