poetry

Mather Campground Blessings

Mather Campground Blessings

all these little red fires
dotting the campground
sending smoke and heat and resin
into the night sky

all these cold white fiery points
glistening down from the black night
so many suns in our far-flung galaxy
a sea of milky possibilities

I’m seized by the profound joy of being here
on a by-and-large hospitable
(even in these uncertain disaster-prone days)
planet

thank you combustion
radiation
equilibrium
fire and night

poetry

fog sound bank

fog sound bank

in the plush pale grey of fog
our lashes go spangled
each footstep sounds
a loud crunch in
the small space of here

a grassbird call resounds
cliff to cliff and back
its volume startles

on the summit
sound pops from all quarters
(frogs we can’t see and don’t expect
utterly untroubled by liquid air)

a dassie slowly saws stems
and we register each chew
even so I can’t make out
a sunbird’s sips
now and then wind demands attention
ruffles our hair
and blows on our earlobes:
are you all here? now?