Polipoli

A student told my class her mother believed dinosaurs survived in the mountains.
She must live upcountry.
Descending the coils of Polipoli
Slowly lowering like a stage dea-ex-machina
Not disembodied but out of character, enthoused
Stepping, if one can, from cloud to cloud
In the silence that has always been and always will be, oddly moist,
Constantly shifting, just out of sight
In the distance just a hint of something enormously huge, enormously dark
Perhaps spewing lava? on the horizon
Gradually appearing in the mist
Apparitions
Enormous skeletons of seamonsters
Filigree naked bird-fish, delicate but evocative of flashing muscle
Floating upright, adrift on land --
Or is it land? this fairytale place
Could be another dimension entirely
Were it not for the stones under my feet