one can miss mountains

From the May 12 issue of the New Yorker

ONE CAN MISS MOUNTAINS

and pine. One

can dismiss
a whisper's

revelations
and go on as

before as if
everything were

perfectly fine.
One does. One

loses wonder
among stores

of things.
One can even miss

the basso boom
of the oceans's

rumpus room
and its rhythm

A man can leave
this earth

and taken nothing
---not even

longing---along with him.


By Todd Boss