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
Roman Ryan 