Which goes
From here
To somewhere
Between
There seems
An expanse
Of nothingness
Between
There seems
An expanse
Of nothingness
A beach head
A landing
A portal
A gateway
I suppose that is the way
Of rainforest life
I hanker for the sun
Complain about the wet
But it exhausts me
when the sun stays too long
Every picture evokes a story
Evokes a feeling
Evokes a memory
Or an insight
Or a knowledge
I watched it pucker and peel
In successive seasons
Of wet, then cold, then wet again, then heat
Since decades past
The last thing on your mind
Is an avalanche
But it shouldn’t be
Tnorala rises
From a wide, flat plain
Dug out by a shooting star
Which fell to earth
If the bumblebee
Could do science
What world would its textbooks see