Hills Occluding

Mountains loom of a sudden

while smaller hills

slide into view,

occluding peaks

in transit

in silence

passing like ships

no horns or lights,

others slip by,

into the mirror,

covering the valley

freshly traveled,

before slipping

away,

others presenting

all quiet,

majestic,

they

kobuki

in silent parade,

noble tongueless giants,

speaking if we can hear,

of our place in time.