Middle America
A river’s leisure
My mother’s home
Where the corn
And black eyed susans
Ear and eye forever
And Chicago
Steals the show
Glimmering
On Lake Michigan night
New England
Maine land
Where my ancestors
Early for Europeans
Set foot on
Rocky coast
That watershed moment
Where the fingers
Of the sea
Are laced upon land
Pondering the tide
Where I learned
To be a grown person
To plant seeds
To read forests
That a small farm
Is as rich with lessons
As a hall of brick and ivy
Driving
With my second half
In a fishhook
Of the American West
The vastness
The rocky spine
Of Colorado Plateau
The shark tooth Tetons
Afire above Aspen
Populus Tremuloides
Bursting gold
Rustling
The once Oregon Territory
We followed the Snake River
Then the Columbia
Such a work of earth
And fire in the gorge
Tea with my grandma
Gardener’s dream
To the California coast
Lost among
Sequoia
Jack pine
Poison oak
Douglas fir
Lone Pine
Snyder’s words
Sinkyone
Joni Mitchell
Internet
Airshow
Music
Hardly strictly
Nothing
Brother
My brother lives in Berkeley
He is a painter
We worked on his bicycle
And drank watermelon juice
Such nectar
Drove south
Chased by fire
Through Pacific night
Through Salinas
Listening to Steinbeck
Passed LA
At midnight
Into the desert
Phoenix sun
Is reborn a day
And grandparents
Illuminate
The good of life
Without ignoring
The bad
We ate sushi in Scottsdale
And then gelato
The Grand Canyon
A stop too much for
Words
Colorado River
Fertile ground
For the revelation
That made this life
The best landscape painter
In all the Southwest
The mud rapid runner
I just wanted
To wash my face
Then home
It still feels like home
Santa Fe
Where parents
Bring musicians
Where clay and chords
Entwine harmonious
And early morning
Smells of piñon pitch
Juniper smoke
Green chile roasting
Aspen leaves
Chamisa brush
I had a fragrant childhood
The Press
Taught me freedom
Bluesky
Taught me infinity
Red earth
Taught me time
Nothing in land
Everything inland
Even outland
Is homeground
And I am homecoming
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