Mountain/Volcano
by Janet S. Wong
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I am a mountain.
My stillness is never still.
One hundred quakes:
now as I tuck my hips,
now as I roll my shoulders.
No:
I am Volcano,
pulsing
with the earth's energy
from my feet
up through my legs,
up through my spine.
My neck is soft with molten lava.
My arms are a spray of ash.
My breath is a stream of steam
rising–
whoosh!
My stillness is never still.
One hundred quakes:
now as I tuck my hips,
now as I roll my shoulders.
No:
I am Volcano,
pulsing
with the earth's energy
from my feet
up through my legs,
up through my spine.
My neck is soft with molten lava.
My arms are a spray of ash.
My breath is a stream of steam
rising–
whoosh!