It is enough that the world
Takes me for its own
Gathers me in dark woods
By rock creeks
...
With his piddling bow
He comes to the range
To approach that inner meridian
That makes him one
...
This American manhood,
Aren't we just the toast of the earth
With our muscular SUVs
And SuperDuty trucks,
...
I too sifted
Down the dark seductions of life,
Lacerated by faint perfumes
In sundown hallways,
...
A date with death
On the high Wyoming plains
Premonition in dreams,
December when the ground lay bare
...
After days down freeways
I come home to frosty woodsides
Where a night of snow
Has graced every surface,
...
Driving out Jackass Flat Road
Deeply chilled in December
Spending an warmth-free afternoon
With the good grey poet
...
Even as we struggled
To keep the wheelbarrow upright
To be alive in the sunlight
That is the thing
...
I was alive in the sunlight today
Crouched behind a cosmos
of blue poppies,
a wind moved
...
The little knot we carry
On our softskinned bellies
Symbolises our warm blood
Is inherited,
...
After a youth reading Thoreau, Emerson, Muir, and Snyder, graduated to Abbey, Leopold, and Elizabeth Bishop. Interested in literature about man's place in Nature. Presently reside in Sierra Nevada foothills between Sacramento and Lake Tahoe. Self-employed tradesman.)
Enough
It is enough that the world
Takes me for its own
Gathers me in dark woods
By rock creeks
Where no water runs,
Swirls me with leaves
Behind houses in cold November
Or for my daily bread
Feeds me sunlight on clouds-