Monday, July 18, 2011


there are a number of joys
among which you may choose
the one about being there, the one
you remember, the one about  what
might be or be again, or the one that is
silently content: clarkia, wild onions, tarweed
bunchgrass, bunchgrass, bunchgrass flashing by
the taste of dust from the road, sun in your mouth
when you stop for whatever reason, the sound rocks make
when you turn them over for roots, the sound that rocks you
when you hold your heart softly and breathe in again and again
you are there where there are a number of joys: you get to choose