One Night Soon

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.


Every Sign and Signal

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.


Receiving the Pulse

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.


Rich Vein of Silence

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.


This is the Moment

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.