The Dream Of Building A Mountain Poem by Kristine Boe

An open hand filled with golden sand.
Almost like it's filled with an undefined treasure,
totally unknown on this place called earth.

Shining like diamonds you can't take your eyes off
Standing still, silent
so that no movement in the world could make the treasure leave that open hand

An imperceptible movement inside the ground
A hand shivering while desperat balancing
to hold on to that treasure - then silency

A glories light strikes and makes it look like it's all gone
Then a big rock that appearse on the ground.
It's shining in all it's grey couloured shape, and it looks proud but alone.

The open hand, empty
spontanious streching it self against the rock
The feeling of solid consistens of the grey object on the ground

An open hand collecting all the sand it can find, almost desperatly
Eagerness movements touching the sand like it is treasure
Convinced that sand can turn in to stone

The Dream of building a Mountain