The fjordian gulp

it's hard for me to describe the incredible sights and
feelings that come up when i ride through majestic
mystic mountains.  thinking about who could have made
such an amazing world.  the way the 9'o'clock light
flows through the low foggy clouds.  waterfalls trail
great white paths recklessly down the craggy
mountains' edge. a wet coat of paint spilling down the
rocks, dancing clear fresh water to the salty fjord'
mouth, swallowing--gulp, gulp.  it's uncanny how close
this bus gets to the sharp rocks that have been
roughly blasted away.  curiously i lean in--shocked at
the bite.  Had it been a troll coming out of the
rocks--from the smooth rounded face of the jagged
rocky base, those that live in this fjordian-face.
Permanent puddles that made the map and have names and
have visitors, and make money.  No one bothered,
annoyed, or put out....just strolling with the trolls.
just as I go to put a thought on the
paper---darkness---no use writing poetry on the ins
and outs of mountain tunnels.  Cutting through their
insides, without shame.  How rude to demand--'Open up
big mountain let us in, let us pass, take me to the
other side of this insurmountable canyon.  We skip
around corners in this huge living room on
wheels---not always on all of them taking corners at
gale wind speeds.  And just to buy milk....living way
out here in the midst of water, mountain, and heavens.
Only then does it make sense to own a cow---and a
dairy---and a slaughter house, and dress in the
skins---but only if you lived out here, in a mountain
or in Cameroon.  And so they do...but that doesn't
explain why they tuck your pants into your socks or
never do the hair.  And when you live in Oslo, its
cool.  But when you live on a fjord, you're back of
the bus, back of the classroom, and back of the woods
redneck setting the style.  I prefer them home grown.
Why not, I mean the houses have grass atop....grown
from the ground up, why not the people too.  Mmmm, I
just wonder what sound the fjord makes as it gobbles
up the 'Danger falling trolls'...into a crisp cold
bath.  Gulp, gulp....