Nama’ko’lama, massive sentinel
against the east wind, smoldering,
mouldering fortress confronting
the soft seduction of cloud billows
which cradle, envelop and pillow
your hoary head breaking down
its stony resistance in a rain of tears
and falling rivers into green furrows,;
Nama’ko’lama, old massif, you are
overrun, overcome, mesmerized;
your might is blurred, obscured,
hard countenance hypnotized; and
covered in a dozen waterfalls, cold
stony face is now a weeping giant.
first published in FLOOR OF THE SKY Chapbook
also published in Poetry Atlas
©2013 Bonnie Manion