Return

Outside in the still-gold-green

Winter, the snow is here, was 

Coming on; I couldn’t get used

To my portals not seeming quite

Right. Again I 

Began to feel alone tu me manques

I know what it’s like to

Keep moving, letting, learning 

Finding 

In the silvering circle

There are sunflowers, silhouettes 

Of mountain, plains dusted by the 

Sky. Hydrangeas climbing on the 

Pergola, clover and magpies in the arroyo

You understand all that

Last night I dreamed I was standing

On some steep rocks, slick with the

Fog, water-blasted wind from the

Approaching storm, 

And there was flailing and

The seas were rolling roiling grey so

Beautiful.

You stood there beside me, your

Arms around my shoulders,

Pulling my head to your chest

And I wrapped my arms around

Your body, 

We were wearing white cotton

And I held on 

For dear life.

Homesteading into Light

At some point the pioneers,

Seekers, intensely themselves

Said, Lordy, c’aint go no further. 

Wheels got caught in the mud

And ruts of old mud, 

And then it settled,

All possible, all there,

Bloom and grow, 

Depending 

On state of being in these last.

Time moves, inexorably, leaving room

For sweetness, and for promises.