Water, Machu Picchu

The bus, because I didn’t climb it,
took us up the mountain, snaking
around it & around it. The view like
water, grew. That must be the famous
mountain from the pictures, I thought.
I’ve never seen green like this. It’s
so green. I never knew green.
All I could think were those thoughts,
little leaky faucet-thoughts dripping
into my head's bathroom sink.
The place was so green. As green as
water on tree-tops; as water sometimes is.