If you knew who I was now
When I knew who you were then
Would you forgive me before
We ever became them?
...
Sleep, my son, and dream of when
we will trace the alpine glens,
and walk upon the wildest ways
where bears have trod, but seldom men.
...
The branches dance in the wind,
The ones outside my window
Across from my desk.
I suppose you know the trees
...
This tortuous canyon coiling its jagged edges
razors through the sinewed sediments,
deluvinations of painful fomentations
plowing through acres of rock and soil
...
these eyes, the spyglass of tomorrow's horizons
gazing today, even now, bronze-bound discs of living glass,
glazed and rimmed in the hazing blast of yesterday's furnace
to see, not merely with eyes of insentient flesh, but with sight
...
The ocean ends here,
but feels strongly otherwise.
Across cliffs stacked sternly
against her violent intentions
...
slender green shoot
shoulders aside mass of snow
finds a breath of spring
...
I will disappear into the memory of the wind;
I will fold myself into the gilded leaves of dawn;
reach for my bones and you will grasp a handful
of morning; seize my flesh and you will find
...
when words fail
a cabal of stones
obsidian edged
gather in the mesh
...