a channel on the way to misery bay

Perhaps the Leviathan is Invisible as it Enters the Channel

For a long time 
in my young life 
I gazed upon landscape paintings 
or landscape photography 
or nature poetry and thought - 
So what?

But isn't that like beholding 
angels threading light and saying - 
Pass the butter?

to crane

contemplating the nature of an empty field
a chorus of cranes derrick and jib by
leaving me to wonder on the nature of an empty field

when i put my ear to the earth i heard a distant bird

listening

listening harder

and listening harder, again

stunned by being

the hand can sense it
     mud and marl

the eye can weigh it
     loquacious curve of light

what is made

a chorus of chaos, a holy order, ii