Back to Table of Contentsout road-walking on
the canyon side.
Five-mile view down the gray river
while weak sun slips
rays between clouds.
Wind races through
canyon and over black
road gravel and brown grass
Just walking
Just breathing
Wind in the ears
like the voice of
Emptiness
The pine grove
Half golden with
Fading light is singing with wind
A chorus of closer-than-brothers
That wind song fills the heart
with some sweet aching
A small truth
Barely seen through
the gaps between spread fingers