A dark winter evening
the chill in the air
made more ominous
by the stern silhouette
of the looming mountains
standing like comrades
arm in arm
I am unable to decipher
where one mountain ends and the other begins
the fog drawing a blindfold over my eyes
yet I keep staring
and the mountains blink first
A blink here, two blinks there
I avert my gaze accordingly
following the trail of winks
but then there are too many
and I give up
and surrender to the spectacle
a panorama of golden eyes embedded
in the mountains' chest
Vehicles makes their way through the hilly roads
swerving, turning
flashing their headlights
to avert disaster
signalling to their fellow drivers
You are not alone
in tonight's tumultuous journey
we will all conquer the mountains
one meter at a time
headlights, indicators
yellow car lamps
but all I can see are the mountains
and their eyes
looking at me
Blinking, whispering.
