For a Friend

This was for a friend who sketched after a long, long time. Her object of fascination was a tiny hill that posed with two trees. 
For Krutika.

her fingers
crawled
and traced a
hill,
a hill it was
so lush and green

each
leaf and cloud
she
picked and pieced,
from the finest hills
she had ever seen

and
when her fingers
scaled the peak
the sky felt blue
for a minute 
no longer

with no mind or trace
of birth in tremor,
the hill stood calm
and that much stronger