Living With Mountains

Under Mt. Alamos Its monstrous, featureless head looking down through scarves of swirling mist, massive vault where what´s packed deep within are scapulae, claw, fur and femur, a midden warehouse of the fired clay of shards, broken pipe and flute, stratas of ashes, fire-blackened rocks. Evening and its shadow inch by inch crosses the bedroom floor --second shadow over night´s-- and he who lays down his head begins to take up what´s just outside the bedroom window: the mountain´s cache of dream scraps, stuttering shapes, a host of strangers, their strangely familiar stories seen. Alamos, Mexico