A Good View (Jackpot January #15)

The best mountains have soft fog over the peak

The way you feel when you see it and breathe

How it hovers and swoops around the summit.

All I want is a feral heart

Buried deep under a rock quarry,

An earpiece snoozing under a root

A cassette player in the desert

A black box that sways,

Tossed around and ambushed by the waves.

The wreck dove down to the bottom of the sea

and found nothing new or noteworthy

just life in the middle of hostile death

but I still want to be all the way there for it.