I Am A Molehill

I am a molehill
humble terrestrial teat
a home for the blind
an afternoon’s work

But you have made a mountain of me
So now climb to the top
and dip your head into the soapy fog
so you can begin to grieve what the ascent reveals:
All that can be seen
and all that can never be discovered
not from any vantage point on earth—

and certainly not from this place
standing on the soul of your lover
a meager pile of soil
an unflinching black cavity
through which living creatures
have fled in fear

Kristin van Vloten