The Summer day

The Summer Day by Mary Oliver Who made the world?Who made the swan, and the black bear?Who made the grasshopper?This grasshopper, I mean–the one who has flung herself out of the grass,the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down–who is gazingContinue reading “The Summer day”

High Sierra Moment

High Sierra Moment The Toheemeanders a meadowhome in its grassesto purple perstemmen,blue lupin, orange puccoon,yellow-eyed daisies mirrors at its wide bendgray granite mountains,tamed by distancebut exacting rigorfor every step higherevery broader view I watchthe mountain water flow—so incredibly clear,lucid almost,as consciousas purpose grasped,as transparentas every brown, beige, taupe, copper, ivorypebble in its deep andslip silentlyinexorablyContinue reading “High Sierra Moment”