you know the place

The sun set was a quick killer; 
she scrambled hard and fast and accurate
up the shards of a boulder field 
To the base of a granite face- 
Birds could not have reached her.
She spread those lonely arms out like butter on bread- 
They were all giants and she was a pebble.
She pressed chapped lips up against all that rock;
against the things that would not change.
they were the exact weight of forever; unlike so many things
that change like paper into coins.