RESPONSE TO A LETTER
WALKING THE WONDERLAND
500-year old Doug Fir across stream,
morning light on red bark,
a red way in red light.
Sitting on branches
of dappled pages of the poem,
deepened in shade. Last
of the shadow time before ascent
of the trail. The unfinished poem of Rumi's,
but Kabir can read me
out of the sorrows of the ascent.
Open the mountain, let the mountain
open you. Clockwise
between spiritual and mundane.
Trekking poles as water witchers.
Did not ignore the storm.
"Drink before you fall to pieces...."
As the mountain goes, so go we.
20 August--8 September 2015