Poetry Is Useless

walking up to heaven is impossible
without getting clouds in your eyes
& the cold summer rain
brings more grey upon your head

take the bears' path, but watch out
for bear shit--it's still real enough

& the trees' silence lets you hear
water running hidden under rocks
but that's all

nobody tree bird nor bear
will speak to you
that's not what you're here for
the albino slug slimes its own path

keep on until you reach possible light
a field of cloudberries unknown to any mind

their taste will fill your mind with silence
your body will become the sky
finally cleared of summer rain

& there you are
gone laughing

Cari