I had a mind flush with
a feeling about a lonely echo, but
I don’t know if you’re in the canyon.
Not sure if I should climb down or yell.
Might disturb the birds that you watch alone. Never mind.
Thoughts fly away if there aren’t sufficient crumbs, but
I have bread, or
I could get crackers, but
like the hole in the rocky,
there are holes in the world.
I can’t believe the world is
I’d rather have Danish blue cheese
and whine about wine, but
I guess if I tried
I could skate on Swiss slices
like holy snow, until
you are in the chalet
— Douglas Gilbert