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 ocean’s

rumpus room

and its rhythm.

A man can leave

this earth

and take nothing

— not even

longing — along

with him.

—Todd Boss