Waking From a Dream of Eureka, Nevada

1.
I suppose
the sun shines there today
the sage, juniper and pinyon
stand there today
I suppose history haunts there
like shadows on the brick
as children play in the school yard
I suppose
the trees I planted still grow there
and the house I set there still stands
I suppose my fingerprints
may still be found there
I suppose
But I will not go back there to see
I will not go back

I am here now.

2.
I have argued
with ghosts and demons.
It is never a fair fight.
Even if I win,
I lose too much.

I am learning
to just walk away,
and to sing something,
usually the blues...

3.
My pension comes with strings attached
I am forced to remember my work
to earn my retirement.

The chains may be broken
but my souls is still captive
and I am still running away.

4.
Eureka?
I would rather
remember
Maui...

A Patch of Blue

1.
I see blue
Revealed again in the breaking clouds,
Blue then grey then blue,
Calm then wind then calm,
Warm then cold then warm,
I see blue again.

2.
This storm has locked us up,
House arrest,
Waiting for the clemency
Of the blue sky.
And the warming sun.

3.
I see it,
Blue in the breaking storm clouds
And I think:
Well, that’s nice,
The sun’s shining over there.
Of course the cloud are moving
Bringing me hope
For sunshine here.

Here and Now

Sometimes I despair
Not having an infinite life
The end haunts me
With its long dark shadows.
But I look closely
To see what I do have
Here and now…

I look and see
Here and now is wonderful.
Here and now is joyful.
Here and now is peaceful,
Here and now is enough,
More than enough,
If I let it be.

Now I thank God,
Consciousness, intelligence,
Life and light,
Shining into this moment,
For everything here and now,
More than I can ever hold,
Here and now.

These

I doubt

I will ever come this way again,

or write these words again.

these scribbles and scratches

are my meditation,

my reverence for this moment,

and when the sun sets

I will forget them.

But tomorrow,

a bit farther down this way,

I will write a few more.

Let Wild Things Be

Let wild things be wild,
sacred lives, holy lives
untangled from my intentions,
rising and falling as they will.

I could go out with patience,
into the wild to see wild things
upon the earth,
among the sage, juniper, and pinyon.

I could sit quietly here
and wait for the wild things
to come and visit
my garden and look for seeds here.

I open my hands
and let wild things be.

A Wordless Poem

...

This Stone

I look at this red sand stone
carefully, intently,
for meaning,
for my connection,
or a vision.
There is a story here,
in my hand.
I try to read it,
because I need it...