Tuesday, December 29, 2009


grey light coming into sky above blackness

of ridge, silver of planet above branches

in foreground, sound of waves in channel

appear as cause of illusion,

meaning of memory not

presence, that is knowledge

of this, least of all

grey-white of cloud reflected in channel

shadowed green canyon of ridge across it


  1. other side of continent,
    the wind out of the west
    drives grey-white clouds
    across the early afternoon sky;
    words are the landscape that connects.

  2. Michael,
    Yes, a nice thought, "words are the landscape that connects" -- same wind, same clouds moving across same sky. . . .