A Homecoming

A Homecoming

She remembered home:
sky-clear ice, frosted paths,
and midwinter's mists.

As if magically taken,
upward swung, thrown
like a rolled ball of snow,

these hills have
their own life now,
as first they appeared.

He loved the sea and
she loved the mountains
and midwinter's mists.

Skathi, they said, you
chose, like all women do,
a man by his foot.

And he, they said,
chose, like all men do,
not well at all.

The mountains roll on,
as first they appeared.
Crystal peaks rip the sky.