The mountain in our backyard
was brought to life by the noisy yellow digger
from its smooth and serene hibernation.
A tsunami of dirt and trees arouse
threatening to swallow our dwelling.
I mount the coarse sides
and gaze down at the globe.
As the gusts come to visit,
the leaves rustle, the dirt and rocks tumble.
Reality is shielded from the realm
of our backyard hill.