she fits it fits her
the mountain trance
eyes bigger than
pregnant soil dearth
distances: cornea grain
again it were rain splotches
she watches for the small
of ranging drawl
she listens for the look
of stone upon face
makes love a place
for gazing
makes vision
a long way
the long way
back home
she is horizon-big
her fingers clench mountain
her voice still a vale
still, it echoes further
Kevin Nigel Watson 