mountains leveled.

this summer, my trip to the mountains,

took me rather to the sea.

and there, my thoughts tossed

and turned in me like

waves and undertow.

what proves itself perfect

in companion and form

may still escape

in the tide.

i, like the sand,

am smoothed and tossed

and rearranged.

dents, over time, disappear.

castles collapse,

the mountains level.