So Many Surfaces Poem by Hans Ostrom

He went there for the job.
Stayed there for the duration.
Now his ambition has gone,
migrating one way.

He takes great interest
in what is there, in which
here is embedded:
the surfaces of the world

beyond the body, but also
his mind's interior terrain.
The meaning of what's there,
here, is beyond naming,

The surfaces, the terrain-
they mean what
they are, and from
a certain angle, no more.


hans ostrom 2017