Read a poem by another poet written
on the same day:

Journal of the Echoing Altitude

Vertical glacier hangs blue and
unreal in the distance          i'm reminded
of trips to Alaska.  last chance to
see Grandpa before taken from
the world          Tell Tod later:  Everything is
weight.  The world is a sad, sad place.
But we manage to look it in the face.
w/out medication     (some)    to make it go away.

At the edge of the world,
artists point, the gray enveloped us
like licking the air with mist.
signs describing the scenery took
on comic meaning          because there was
nothing to see but gray miles.  gray thought.

I miss the backpacking months, the challenge
of rock climbing, fly fishing, or
20 miles into the wilderness
and how it misses me          
                                        leave my
body at home?

Waiting for the other—
brilliance—shoe to drop.  Wondering
when the tour ends.
busy sunset.  don't forget to
take your journey w/ you.  surprise
your pets and see how
far he gets.