Mountains loom of a sudden
while smaller hills
slide into view,
occluding peaks
in transit
in silence
passing like ships
no horns or lights,
others slip by,
into the mirror,
covering the valley
freshly traveled,
before slipping
away,
others presenting
all quiet,
majestic,
they
kobuki
in silent parade,
noble tongueless giants,
speaking if we can hear,
of our place in time.
