Wayfarers 
 
 ... single souls journeying through an illumined landscape 
 
 Cast no shadow but their own loneliness 
 
 Moves them like a river always 
 
 To ward and already 
 
 Kissing the sea. 
 
 
 
 Droplet by droplet 
 
 Over the edge of the sharp cliff 
 
 One by one by one by one 
 
 Ten thousand times over 
 
 They come as one 
 
 To again be as 
 
 One. 
 
 
 
 The moon, 
 
 Her nose poking through the glistening depths 
 
 Of ocean 
 
 Laughing to see herself, toothless 
 
 In the night sky. 
 
 Studded with jewels she dreamed of 
 
 The day before. 
 
 
 
 In a hurry to get 
 
 From nowhere 
 
 To now here. 
 
 We must make that gap 
 
 Hold open. 
 
 Like the toothless moon 
 
 Laughing.

 

Wherever you are you are never alone.

Just one moonless night. 
Deep into it, yet the stars had not come out.
I followed the old beaver along the bank.
And entered deep into the center of the forest.
The trees stared at me as the very last bit of light went out.
Dark. Dark like I've never seen before.
Silent like I'd never heard before.
Shrouded by a stillness from somehow else.
I feel it first between my toes
As nodes of understanding rose from the bottom up
Toe to head and then back again
Where the forest floor warmed
In a shimmer of self-luminous light.