mountain can’t mountain shan’t

in my close
handheld worldjar –

you say there are mountains
otherwhere in the world
and wander i do not believe

outside of my stale earth
from which only human hand makes metal grow
how can i know stone to
heave or spit or smile or
tease formless air

where could be
a hungry maw of rock
hungry enough
to thrust the jangling
rich white teeth
into the socket of the sky

when the wet sparks rain,
how, with shameful coyness,
can earth chill with affection,
twist into the sun all in anxiety,

and passive but conscious
feel the light
as a lover’s knife
flay naked his open body

dead earth to fight the sky
it fights me –

a motion only
God’s fist could achieve

Please have worked.