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
other side of continent,
ReplyDeletethe wind out of the west
drives grey-white clouds
across the early afternoon sky;
words are the landscape that connects.
Michael,
ReplyDeleteYes, a nice thought, "words are the landscape that connects" -- same wind, same clouds moving across same sky. . . .