One night soon I will follow the moon’s path
across the wide channel and over the islands
threaded like rosary beads
to the magician cap mountains
where white ice gleams in lunar glow.
I will find the place where ravens are born
always dark and always light
a kingdom of wind sound and silver tipped forest.
The yellow path across the water will take me there
and one night soon I will go.
Let the river wash me today
the moss and brown duff
soften my footprint
the flicker of bird wings
quiet desire;
moonlight paints the land
in a silver unseen
‘til I rise and enter the night;
clouds boil through the valley
trees awash with summer rain,
every sign and signal given.
The incoming waves
gather in forceful pulse
yet when vision softens
to the breadth before shore
long fingers of desire appear
beneath oncoming wave
reaching out from tree and rock
with passionate welcome
for the incoming flow
drawing color and sound
to the roots of the land
the earth filling with ocean
as She reaches again
with the same delicate fingers
for the next great pulse
of power and light
renewing wave upon wave
with undying genesis.
The water lays still, unmoving
in the sweet interval between dark
and first light, the cool air settled
without dawn’s draft of warmth
to raise the early breeze.
In that quiet space
the heart lays open and still
feeling the movement toward light
resting in the rich vein of silence
calmly reaching into the depth
while across the sea only peace.
The wind is cold on rock point
gulls cry out echoing aloneness
crows bark to protect their young fledges
as eagle rides the thermals.
It’s warmer in the cabin, easier
to drink tea within the comfort
than here where the air bites
and a grey chill presses down.
She’s found Herself
emerged from Her chrysalis;
I see Her moving upon the water
lifting with the gusts
that blow the rushing tide.
I will be known in this place
my life force dropping into bedrock
reaching out to the occasional seal
and rippling water stretching to the distance.
Long bronze grasses bend in the wind
sun breaks from a mass of clouds;
She is awake in Her subtle movement;
this is the moment I live for.
