we have walked for seven lanternfly life cycles
with no signs of mountains. laid traps
of telephones & rice. in the dark, at our campsites,
sing mountain songs. ripe our voices out
like peach pits. i was five when i saw my first one.
it was an accident. i wondered down to where
the televisions go to die & i saw a mountain drinking
from a pool of oil rainbow water. it was sick
or else it would not have come near us. i knew
we needed to kill one for resources but instead
of telling the others i told the mountain, "run" & he did.
i dream that makes us kin. one mountain to another.