After driving north for six hours,
she stopped and parked the car
at the foot of a mountain
she didn’t know the name of.
The rocks were shaped like
animals preparing to sleep
for the winter. It was getting
late, the sun was pressing itself
into that slit in the earth that
made it disappear taking the last days
of summer with it. She hoped to
make it home soon, that someone
would be waiting for her, that she could
offer a piece of warmth that would hold
them over until spring.