Around St. Mary's Lake – Glacier National Park, MT


From Unstoppable Wholeness – Poetry


Below the Horizon
The observable horizon
is little known, obscured
by everyday movements
but today when I look
there is a small explosion.
I can’t find you anymore.

There are two parts:
surface and depth.
Geese circle a pond,
shift from Vs to Ws.
Three passes before heavy bodies
break surface.
Two geese tip their bodies entirely
disappearing to taste depths.

Could I dip below the horizon?
First, I must press it down on itself,
resolve it to onion-skin thin.
Then unable to resist puncture and push,
I would squeeze my body through
and below you might be waiting.


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