Traveler's Guide

There they are, the tree-sliths,
The horny-toads,
In the furrows and groves
Of the ceiling.

It is a long way
Up, and the requisite stuff
Is missing, I mean,
The supplies,
So it will be a tough
Climb.

And when we get to the top?
Of course there are the trees,
Raised pillars to the sky;
There is room to worship there,
And expect to get lost

In the intricacies, the details
Which are ravenous for travelers

-- And I have often mistaken a traveler
For a detail,
Another furrow in the furrowing folds.