Plateau

by Blake Carlson

Plateau as wide as it is small, 
behind the Greater Memorial Gulch, 
hadn’t seen yet, 
but had spent time 
reading about. 

This National Park I’ve been driving around. 

At first, after a couple days, 
after orientating the gear, myself, 
and written-out postcards 
to folks I wouldn’t feel the same 

toward back home, disorientating the gear,
myself, it was difficult attempting 
to switch back from one vantage, 
to another without help, 

until I figured it out, 

driving around when it grew dark, 

the busy dark full of wandering light

from far-out beneath, a leveled night,

the side of an emptiness is flat, 

softened out, 

here in the Greater Memorial Gulch 

the sky plateaus 

its space-widening self.