Stats/ The line/ Peace in failure

A rooster
sank
into the rocky mountains.

Those mountains
once
ever constant

are melting.


The feelings of uncertainty
and shame
have once again risen to the surface

mingled
with sadness, anger
and peace.

A small pocket of relief,
of remaining hidden.

Perhaps,
it is true.

That the things hardest to see,
are those right in front of us.