The Huge Pipes

The huge pipes snake across
Alaska. Do you want to know why you tie
Your right shoe first, your feet
Contain the stars, a dizzying sky,

Scintillating snow, a scattered
Throw of ice? If you trudge
Along the slushy road, you’ll never
Know, you’ll only, barely, judge

What you already see. Then
Your ankles are light, because they contain
The stars and space, and song sweeps,
Heaps the hills with legerdemain.

At first, the rocky ground will twist
Your ankle, though here and there you see
A channel where water ran, will run,
And the lights are turning ceaselessly.