We land
Or so it seems to us, autocthonous
And proteinaceous mushrooms,
And then we die.

My expanding universe,
Extending family,
Contracts to one room,
One short view of the garden
(No man’s longer).

No thick roof hides us from
Our sun’s neutrinos,
No monkey’s coat of dullness
Long wards off knowledge;
A single drip’s a soaking.

The hills are fitness contours,
And now you too have felt
Today’s indifferent landslip,

Or seen the mists which promise rain.