The suffocating blankets
across an incredible stretch;
as far as far; only
over some unimaginably distant world with a break
gold and gleam
touching down to some young things eyes
and subsequent heart.
these bags that sag, these full
grapes eager to burst in their ripe and
overloaded – unattended spitting
boils – rolling.
the ones who crawl: ten thousand
pawing up peaks and into the invisible,
to join their
chest swelling brothers.
Well that’s how they come across,
to our blind eyes.
They’re in that invisible as much as the obvious,
only uncloaked by the sudden cooling
over high places.
Look at their coming and going;
you see that(?)
a stream filling
this alpine lake./?