They say hills roll.
But do they bump along like worn luggage,
sounding a percussive click, click, click in trundling transit?
Or do they dip and ascend across the horizon with coaster speed as the screech of a red-tailed hawk marks the upper register of their climb?
Some do this, some do that.
Each has its own moving-hill momentum,
traveling for a thousand years, hastened by wind,
slowing with time.
Page 4, Land Forms and Air Currents, 2014