an explorer may bring back the land
but a tourist brings back the bug

looking at the graph chart of the treeline
i wonder if there is a middle ground
between jumping in and shutting down

even those who long for the
non localized eye
stutter when given a glimpse

visions of steel girders drifting
among planets and spaceships
and other sad gravities

a certain vibe will rise above the world
and anything that accentuates its presence
will emerge and will be understood
as the primary way to engage with it

a light gray fluff of air
moves overhead
what’s attuned inside of us
feels it shift through

i think i will find myself
a picture of rain
and sit for a while

rest my shoes
and feel the ache soak through

i’ve learned that
when the day is far away
the thing to do is
soak