"Are these to be considered mountains?" I ask.
The landscape is high, but flat,
with rocky growths like elephants
struggling under an earthy skin.
"You have seen mountains before?"
Andrew looks seriously concerned,
as though discovering my true deficiency.
"Yes," I say. But my map says mountains,
and here is what I would call a plateau.
I carry my own atlas
on trips like these
to know where am I going? when others are driving,
and I don't want to ask
what town is this? At brief mile intervals,
and does our route pass through mountains?