Looking across deep water
A gathering wave
Turning towards the shore is foolish
To my knees it comes
Behind?
A raging sea.
For the ways I thought I loved
I found only an empty ringing
Beyond the low hills
Clear and immutable
As sure as rain on great waters
As snow on green grass.
Will it be the same tomorrow
Waiting?
I look to a retreating sky
Ravished by snow clouds, fleet and wild
No answers.
Just a fierce beckoning.
I wrote these three pieces during the time I lived in Nevada in the late 1980s.
In Cascadia 