A mountain walk..
Jemez, New Mexico

sunrise
watching the outlines of clouds
become mountains



crack of a twig
how easily
the woods awaken



edge of the woods
listening to the deer
listening to me
*zen*


the mountain
tosses the stream into the sun --
waterfall



tip of the tallest tree
a squirrel tries to touch
the sun



pine trees
keeping the wind
from finding me



far off the trail
I sit on a rock no one has sat on
and smile
for the first time
in forever



underneath the trees
time steals the colors
from the leaves



mountain clearing
I find
where the sun was hiding



not this rough wood
but what I carve away
from myself
that turns me
into art



I lose myself
until a bluejay
finds me again..