I miss Seattle rain and the snows of Mt. Rainier and Kilimanjaro
nature is so beautiful
I am wandering through a silent forest
when all of a sudden CRACK! and there’s TIMBER!
a tree falls in the forest and I’m not sure
if I heard a noise or not
Pacific Coast Highway; parting is such sorrow
hitchhiking on a resplendent day
browns and yellows, oranges and reds -
crayon the canyon
monument valley; monuments perhaps from god
or bequeathed by gods unknown
a big sky, an old town, and a cold coca-cola
at the practically empty cafe
except for me and a waitress named Wanda
and some cook in the kitchen who I hear
but never do see
I always expect the worst and hope for the best
the reality usually somewhere in between
a cool breeze, a light rain
all is right with the universe from my vantage point
as I sit down under a group of dripping pines
