To Be Like Water
More stone than sea I’d be like water, touched by wind, loved by the moon. I’d dwell in deep canyons, travel the furthest reach, and
More stone than sea I’d be like water, touched by wind, loved by the moon. I’d dwell in deep canyons, travel the furthest reach, and
“It is the nature of stone to be satisfied. It is the nature of water to want to be somewhere else.” – Mary Oliver
Look for me when leaves burst out and voices of spring ring full in the valley. Follow the snow melt along the Clackamas and Long
Spring flowers rattle the caves, provoking the apostles to take up their pallets of sorrow and leave dark comfort. Trees hide in the rain, fearing
The gravity of your smile, lighthearted yet muscled with the blessings of sorrow, keeps my satellite in orbit, my rage against the machine tempered and