Thursday, August 29, 2013

A poem written in Washington

Rarely do I share poems I haven't spent time working on. But this one is different. I wrote it for my wife, on her birthday, while traveling across the Pacific Northwest. It was conceived in a bundle of moments filled with introspection and appreciation, and for this reason will always hold more value than much of my "polished" work. Note: a dipper is a small gray bird of fast-moving, rocky streams.

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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