Where wild honeysuckle grows

I think I can see further across miles
now than when my eyesight was better, and
I was distracted by what was in front of me.

I follow my senses, which aren’t reasonable
and I feel currents on the air and water
as if I’m made of bendable stuff.

We bend together when we need
the same view.

I want to show you the hemlocks,
the ferns, the wild honeysuckle.
I know you’ve seen them before
but we’ve not seen them together.