Glacier Park

You think the clouds, streams and mountains
have told you all there is to know
about space and distance; then

you tilt your head or
walk a few steps or squint
one eye and suddenly

unfolds a new space,
distances swooping to touch
impossible softnesses

and you remember
that each space is the only one
of its kind,

each freshet tells a tale
that is ceaseless, yet
never repeats, each

universe is a surprise so simple
and inevitable you almost
think you remember

how to make one.

Dean Blehert