I sit on the mountain
The infallible sky overhead
Close to waters appeasing charm

The voice of the path rises before me
And tumbles downhill
Assisted by inflections of dry grass and stones
I follow

Degrees of light and shade
Share space with the edge of sky
Now delineated by a sharp row of trees
Standing at attention

And there
Fixed by an unseen hand
Rugged stone faces perfectly emplaced
Answer all my questions

2004

Emergence of dawn
Thin skirt of mist descending
Driftwood embossed with coral and bits of pearl
And the ever present hulking silhouette of the mountain

Emphatic pounding of waves
Marbled sand with signatures of foam
The tragic face of a rain soaked dog
And speckled black boulders hunched against the wind

Sky bleeds gray
Gulls scan beach coves
No sign of the sun long unseen
And I myself wishing you here

2004

It has taken me this long to become empty
To appreciate the kindness and patience
The world has offered

It has taken me this long to bless the endings
And beginnings of my understanding
And to bless the mystery of my path

Daily I make an offering of myself and observe
My readiness to tumble head first into the churn of life
And on the beach I marvel at how willingly I add
To the strew of reminders that I too am here
Only temporarily

Unmasked in the mirror
My eyes confess my true identity
And I wonder who besides myself
Can fathom this

Answers deliver more questions
Add to the heap of efforts I've made as
I continue to fasten each strand of experience
To my life web

Am I not the web itself and the spider
Devouring its own image

2003