Another book finished, but not written How can the eyes validate what the mind Swims, across the channel and maybe an Ocean whose waves made new contours On a mountain range that loves the water, Frozen or not, guaranteed to value what it Has been soaking in greater than before Unaware of the extent until there is a test Whose munificence might string lights Upon a porch: imagine it, screened out From the mosquito world but bitten Nonetheless, where any can see the reader Has been outside and will go there again