Thursday, August 29, 2013

A poem written in Washington

in the Pacific Northwest—
Swept up by scenery
and plucked
from stress & sadness;
fishbone clouds swimming,

We’re cruising,
crossing hemlock rivers—
Dippers diving between the rocks,
a current stretching into forever.

Tonight, as we lie in bed beneath stars,
my eyes will end at you—
The landscape of home;
a full circle
of wilderness & love.

(From the book Wilderness & Love)

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