better than before, I have this telescope you see
it tells me where the empty spots are
-with soft footing–
where I am undisturbed even by my steps,
even when I spread arms and fall backwards.
It fits in my back pocket
when it collapses it is three little snaps
and then it is the direction I’m heading,
the memory and anticipation and then the reality
My telescope and the place.
Only touch known until the next perch.
my stems and roots into the stems and roots
that I found through this telescope.
No evidence of me but tracks.