the culture of suspended droplets, riveted in sheets to the mountainside swarming, congregating, propositioning and quiet

quiet I say, as an arrangement of behavior unbecoming of quiet. quiet muddying the compass needle’s point, stung by frost -common looking quiet -until required to step through

and the curves, the swooping crowds of white pouring from the raked face of Allender Mountain, pour us as well, appearing from it’s folds without lack of clarity; we rummage through the vaporous waypoints

we are

after all

not looking for the trail