Little Girl Who Moved Mountains

he told this little girl

who was busy playing hopscotch

he has seen mountains move

on his watch

she gasped and turned around

her ponytail swung sideways

his desire was to mold a wise girl

out of wet clay

both sat on an uneven porch

her eyes sparkled with awe

she thought they could move mountains

with the help of a big plow

it's all up here

her father gently tapped her head

but to use it better than others

you have to be well-read

still, there are better things

than knowledge, you must know

you need will for that

and the hunger to grow

puzzled, the little girl tilted her eyebrows

it was too difficult to grasp

where did the mountain go?

was dad talking about growing grass?

amused, her father asked her

to name one thing she wants

something too-too big

she couldn't fetch from stores or plants

she wanted a superpower

that would help her to fly at her will

she could skip the 3-hour-drive

and land straightaway at grandma's house on the hill

find a way to do it

put your head, heart, and hands into it

that's how you move the mountains

or reach the summit

it was still gibberish

but she remembered it somehow

head, heart, and hands - to move mountains

there is no magical plow

some ten years later

she used those three to shape her dreams

finally, she understood

what moving mountains mean