Dislocated

Unforseeable exits
That leave the land arift
With dusty rains
That settle
And turn the mountains loose
To drift.
Oh how they wander in a meander
That winds about the lands
How they purse their withered jaws
And grate teeth against the sands
Never quite knowing
Which way their home has gone
Never to find the resting place
Of land where they belong
And so beneath the open sky
That peels back its nightly skin
And washes the earth in storms of rain
To cleanse it from its wear
Does this broken mountain travel
Its outstretched hands of stone
Praying for a moments peace
In the burial ground of its home.