In a big country
Even a storm’s aftermath
Writes itself large
On the landscape
Even a storm’s aftermath
Writes itself large
On the landscape
The places
The people
Who challenge them
Whether they succeed
Or fail
Icy wind rips
Up the valley floor
Churning turquoise and obsidian
Beneath the placid azure
Of a witness sky
Waiting for the stars
I have just the small talent
To capture in image
And evoke in word
An incomprehensible
Perfection
I stayed
For the kindness
And the deep deep grow
Gone from memory
As if
They’d never
Happened
But here is a rainforest
In this brooding monochrome
The nature of its beauty lies
And come to revel in it
Have I and many others