Beauty Broken Whole

These mountains you love so much?

Disruptions, ruptures.  Once they lay

quiet beneath an inland sea, placid

and flat, soft, smooth sand.

Then the earth heated and shook, 

tore at its breast like hands

that broke open fissured ribs 

until its molten core poured out.

All a shifting and grinding, thrusting

like trust or truth, like what is buried in

you, dear heart.