Krishna's Cave Poem by doug bentley

there simply is no way to describe
in words what the map shows. words slip
and slither and slide and dither.

connotations cloud and choke each one,
cloaking meaning. Krishna's Cave can
never be found in the world of words.

yet it sits.

a contemplative splendor
in a half moon bay abutting
a lonely planet traveler trail-

vanishing in a map corner. neither a dream
nor a vision, travelers of Krishna's trails
do eventually find this tranquil, untouched,

unknown, lost, ageless landing port
somewhere in the Queen Maude Mountains
a congenial spot to stop for a snapshot!