Horizon Note to Myself
a poem on looking ahead
All the tales and troubles
didn’t do what I should
stupid thinking we were early;
now the winds,
the whole thing is like
the crazy Colorado.
If time were a sphere and not a line
we’d circumnavigate,
we would learn.
Chance-like moments
shining in the strangest light
over Holy Arizona
touching the peaks
glowing the Superstitions
Sun so close it hurts
nature does
but not what you planned.
Just outside of good
is something we never imagine.
Darkness and light
fighting against either
makes a tired soul
rigid as a constellation
Try loving both
rivers and dams.
No time to waste
hike up the green canyon
past the campsites
There are deep pools and springs-
Little tadpole,
Mythic snake,
All are astounding.
Keep the thieves in your herd,
remember the theme
why you came stranger.
