i’ve seen the way true grit splits,
carves sky and hacks Earth
on a butcher’s block
stained by sunrise, sundown.
up there, down here is absurd,
and the horizon mocks us all,
it serves nothing but a glow
i can re-create, lightbulb and shadow.
woodland surf, worlds away, whispers
to the rocks, they’ve seen the way i stand
to look down,
both of us ant-sized, nothing.