Portal

An impossibly clear day 

Out of PDX

The black green growth

Cresting and falling below

Covers and softens 

A small lie floating

In the remnants of memory

Spinning in urgent currents

Of vast truths

The logged forest

Quilt patches 

Prickly as a shaved vulva

Stark and uncovered

Build the home where 

We live

Through a small portal

Darkly the land 

Swells by in

The bright sunshine.

The ancient craters,

Their peaks 

Flags of white

Let us pass.