These mountains are only green in June,
with wisps of clouds hanging over them,
making me feel as if I am somewhere else entirely,
not in the usual dry, dead landscape I really live in.
For a small moment in time, I think that I am
away from the mundane life and mundane landscapes
and I can see
what else there is out there for a moment.
I am grateful for the glance,
I still want to return home.