Sailboat Mountain

Percolating from the dream... this time its sail boats (three of them) making their way up a mountain pass brightly colored sheets swallowed by clouds that could be mistaken for seagulls.. The incline is nightmarish steep can't tell if there's anyone at the helms the pass is soundless-a passage profound. I can't see what's at the pinnacle that's where the percolating stops... maybe just a shipyard of cracked boats a pile of rocks that dream in tombstone. perhaps God kneading a clap of thunder... I've been dreaming of mountains lately. maybe it's time to start climbing.