On the end of the fork

 thick whole of the brush
absorbed into mud floored streams
into the land of it
through the grass
heavy and curious

permission to cross another border
sandwiches go inside mouthfulls
sceptical border guards
the limits are all desire distilled

the thicket and streams 
made sacred through the echo
from great mountains
permission to sit up there now

down here ive been kept until i left
so many steps left
fill the tank on ridicule
burns bright in the engine
great mileage

great mouthful of grass
thick cushioning undergrowth
every insect worshipping inside
temple of life