Visitor

Hello you,
Visitor under 
Shadow where
Summer sun has 
Yet to go -- hello.
Among clay pots
Cooled after night,
While pavers still release
A gentle chill, be
At peace and know
Welcome --hello. 

It Is Us

Force transferred, warmed
Into wind, sun,
Into waves, surf,
Is a voice of stars, formed
As ours --a chorus.
By this calculus, if
An echo hears an echo,
It is us, it is us.

Garcia Bend 1949

I could hear the
Heavy bray of
Barges --sound
Delivered to
A child whose
World enlarged
Along a river.
The other side
Is still wild.

One Direction

Releasing wild things
Releases us too.
You drew a
Limniscate: tension,
Turned upon its curves,
Crossed its quiet center,
Reentered to pass
Through me and off,
Exhaled and set free.

Portrait At Prospect Point

At cascade edges, silent
Mist is born in roars.
Silent light pours into
Silver salts in albumin.
Then eyes arrayed on
Ledges see and --in
Lenses trained across
Time-- so  do  we .

Sweep Second Hand

I can plan the
Contents of an
Hour, know its
Seeds, flowers
And tell where
Rain fell on dust
Where dust sailed
Down in wind.
I can see where
Rain ends, but
What an hour or
Instant is, I can't
Tell, and understand
Eternity as well.

F=MxA, Redux

Thought and dandelions
Overgrow their own tops
So it's hard to tell where
Either  stops  -- then
At a living confluence,  
They  join  in  wind,
Take flight and influence
 Likely never ends.