Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Rough Cut: New Years Morning 1/1/2014 (for M)

Oh the places
life sends us;
the "why" a mystery I haven't yet solved.
This place, for instance: 3000 feet up
the Western slope of the Sierra Nevada.
It's Gary Snyder country
and probably not mine,
although.I'm willing to be won over.
I lean towards the lonely, un-treed expanses
of the rolling foothills, or
the testier crags above, wedged with pine. or
maybe the shape-shifting coast.
Or maybe it's that I'd always rather be somewhere else.
No matter. I am here.
And here a woman
appeared as my companion - a delight to my years,
and who inspires in my senses
the sights and scents
of springtime, at once old, and timeless, and new.
So, I don't worry.
Things change.
We come, we go.
Memories flash and flicker,
fade or darken,
making room for the new,
and for change;
sometimes a movement or a rest,
sometimes darkness, or unanimous light,
always an adventure:
God inviting us to dance,
and if we accept,
spinning til we don't know
who is who.