A mountain is where you go
to design commandments, meet the truth;
when you can’t imagine anymore,
when you’d rather open my mouth & know.
Sometimes we can be surprised,
trust vistas to tell us what’s missing,
and though there is no shelter
the sun goes easy;
twin stars pin misted hills,
& prairie-kid paradise
eyes the depths, satin-still—
breathe fire, haul water, call air—
A millions ways to cheat distance
and we’ll need all of them.
What’s funnier than “enough” &
how much older can we get?
Lines dry, world churns,
the avenue switches, wisteria to cedar—
there is nothing like knowing,
& knowing can last.