I wandered lonely
     trackless
Having left trail
out of forest
broken and decayed underfoot
following hummocks 
of granite spine
     into cloud-driven sky

On cold summits
With their solitary jeffrey pines
earth lay down
     Its argument
Wide, fulsome, all things
woven into the other
the very vastness of vision
A kind of bread
To eat
So that I need not even
Spill blood 
     To be brother
With the cliff-edge rocks 
We who ride together
this wheeling, spherical
     earth turtle
into starlight.


25 November 2019
Fisher Overlook Ridge, 7011'
A day before first winter storm