Trestles:

these words
as trestles

growing
as splinters
turn
to timbers

spreading
across
the terrain
and
ever
building
heavenward

their
crystalline
structure
supporting
a canopy
of seemingly
casual
reflection

a sea
of wooden
waves
rolling
out toward
the horizon

yet
in the
caverns
below the
canopy's
surface
there
is room
for us

beneath
the vaulted
ceilings

surrounded
by metaphor

room enough
for us

among these words

to build
a home