When once high on the mountain,

the land and valleys, the water,

add a permanence to the horizon,

while deep inside where eyes

may not meet an inevitable change,

that our lives are not a static

reality of our own mystique.

We look and find an occasional

identity waiting behind the glass.

Always a peace of mind designs

a glance, an image of security.

Like the wood and water far below,

change, will we encounter truths.