Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Nooksack River

Nooksack River

Ceaseless rush
old river
ageless and tireless artisan
reshaping the shoreline with swift currents.

Keeper of the secrets of creation
flowing across
vast expanses of sweeping time
not moored to any place
not tethered to any
particular circumstance.

Water is your substance,
earth your dominion
deep verdant valleys your brethren,
beholden to no one
gravity your only master.

Old river
forever bound for open water
under expansive sky and sun,
journey never complete.

Mt. Shuksan and Mt. Baker

Mt Shuksan & Mt Baker

Surrounded by giant sentinels
holding us in their good graces
immersed in the sun’s favor
at least on this day
within the inexplicable now.

Almost boundless
masses of rock
tell us many stories
of earth’s majesty and dominion
of an ancient past
when the crust
upon which we move
through our feeble generations
folded upon itself
giving birth to mountains
in one massive heave.

Where molten rock
heated from the very core
of this planet
upon which we lurch and spin our tales
found passage to the surface
giving rise to volcanoes
whose intermittent bursts
laid waste to whatever
lived within their shadows.

We are here on a day
remarkably placid and benign
given the origins of
all this splendor.

For that we are
endlessly grateful.

Friday, July 10, 2015

Bound to Earth

Bound to earth,
roots embedded in rock and clay
forever anticipating the

quenching taste of water.

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Guardian of the Desert

Guardian of the Desert

Guardian of the desert,
are your arms up
in supplication,
in reverence,
in defiance?

Guardian of the desert,
do you know as much
as your magnificent presence suggests
or is simple idleness your only virtue?

Guardian of the desert,
let us walk lightly by you,
so that you might allow us
to come again.