The sun was huge and round
Drowning itself
Burning a red path of memory on the face of the sea
A slow asphyxiation
Listening to the pulse of your own loneliness
From casualty to survivor
The dark leggy redwoods shot through
With gleaming constellations of white daisy's
The night held the tricky sensual promise of a dream
Where the sky blazes as yet untouched
by serious competition from electricity
Winter in moonlight
Where does the memory of beautiful strange things go
when it leaves..
Unfailing providence
As quiet as a milkweed seed on the wind
Undisturbed by the tyranny of words without meaning,
of impatience
Exhorted by the ghosts that bless and curse
How am I to find my own beliefs
Unless I can stuff my pockets full
With all the truths I can find
Bearing witness is not the same as possession
A craving for adventure afflicts my restless bones
Like some missing vitamin
The sight of a waterfall to move my soul