Moving Mountains

by Elizabeth Done

Seeley-Swan High School, Grade 12

They are the valley's eastern sentinels

granting passage to the sun.

They are rigidly cut shadows under

violet chalk skies.

They're a skiff of oil upon water,

shifting in light, unfurling with each step,

until the puzzle pieces have rearranged themselves.

Their distant counterparts are hazy scenes on

Grandma's rabbit-ear television.

Their steel hue is the Falls dampening their feet.

They are the slope of a Grizzly's face

with the colors of a black bear and his brothers.

They are thin-air, heat induced daydreams

rushing up to meet me as a curi...