Beyond (Day 765)

Beyond 

the deep blue 

substance of time,

shadow begets light,

and broad-shouldered

mountains, once crowned

with mist and snow, endure 

their slow descent. Inevitably,

grain by grain, they return

to the sea, in the way

all things have  

of changing,

of passing,

until they

are no

more, 

but 

then, 

slowly,

so gradually

as to be barely

noticeable, they

begin to rise again.

Always, always, they

will rise again, until, in

the end that never truly

comes, they surpass even 

their own memories of grandeur.

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six

Image: Carol Baldwin/NOAA