Had you forgotten the palpable relief at crossing?
Did your ears perk up at the suggestion of a depressive mental condition?
Did you stare cold faint dissociative smile in sympathy for your wife
who summarily cried and fumbled frantic for an over-the-counter
to put down the screaming newborn crawling out of your mouth in
that natal pronouncement? Wailing nascence of the long incubated horror
Don’t forget where the exuberance of westward travel turns against you
with a resounding NO, absolutely NO, NOT all mountains have names
in gorges and canyons you lose all sense of what’s up and down
what’s inclined and declined, what’s a smile and what’s frantic
and you stare cold faint dissociative ahead through tortured landscapes
I’m going where the landscape suits my mind