Nobody knows the heart
of the mountain goat
as he leaps
from crag to crag
over distant stones.

But I tell you
he leaps in joy,
his back curving
in white ecstasy
against the black rocks.

He lives far
from where the heart
is too heavy to leap
and falls to a broken death
on stony ground.

Rory Hudson

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mountain-goat/