Don Pomerantz

Mountains Rise

mountains rise into the brink of snow
where someone forgot to plant foothills

a river where the foothills should be
        runs at the speed of light
    unstoppable uncrossable anyway too cold

                        what it chases
the caves in the mountains know
        chambers where water's incessantly dripping

        from over here we
                      see what we are able
            hear what we cannot if we listen

        the world is a murmuration 

               rising in the night 

Originally from Western Massachusetts, after stints in software and education, Don Pomerantz lives and writes in New York City and the Hudson Valley. His poems have appeared in NY Quarterly, Washington Square, Chautauqua, Consequence, Tar River, Eclectica, Conium Review, Kestrel, SAND, Adirondack Review as well as many other American and international journals. More information at donpomerantz.com.