How do Mountains? Walking poems from Northern Camino de Santiago

Luanna writes in a little notebook with a running out pen, from somewhere along the North coast of Spain.

We’ve sat on scrub,   

tripped down steps,   

eaten dinner on the ledge.  

We've hunted down fresh fruit and veg   

and wondered how and why.   

How do mountains?   

Why does sea?  

Why and how do you and me?   

Birds, goats, then tender notes   

of sunset turned to night.  

June 2022  

Where stone has split   

and hills spit magic from their mouths  

and water is blue and hard as stone   

and rocks are soft   

where green has grown  

 June 2022  

Photographs by Finnuala Brett