on a night trail
. . . all things in balance
winding mountain trail-
a worn shoelace
tying together infinity
I frequently walk
the same trail; it starts
like so many other trails
with a sign. The undergrowth
of salal gives way to huckleberry
periodically, all under the canopy
of fir, alder, and madrona. There
are four loops that make up this
trail like four chambers of my heart.
I am somewhat embarrassed to say
that I love it here; me, circulating
like a corpuscle in the heart of the woods.
Sometimes when I dream
I see the seeds of light
give way to a trail beating
in synchrony with the pillars
of my great longing.