Color in the White Cloud

img_3042Life in the cloud
At 3800 feet
hides the winter green hills

Kissed by the cold mist
I don’t miss
what I missed

Because the winter storm
clears the cobwebs
from my dusty soul

Revealing a dozen
breeds of lichen
staring up at me

alien creatures
sent to earth
as ambassadors of color

mauve, orange, and forest green
and everything between

I Remember When

img_0351I remember when
I used to be a mountain man
not an office man

a creature of the landscape
not a keyboard critter
captive to the commute

some sub-species
of homo economicus

I remember when ‘Outlook’
was a granite perch
with pretty panoramic

when my meetings were
with marmots and meadows
scheduled in between alpine lake siestas
and peak-side pleasures

I remember when
Sequoia and Oak
were forest people
with whom I’d have lunch
not cute conference rooms

I remember:

sky, not Skype
waterfall, not watercooler
foxes, not Firefox
sweet hoots of owls,
not Hootsuite

the only tweets were those of
towhees and forest finches

The gym was the trail
and boulder fields

and an ‘ecosystem event’
was not a conference panel
but the afternoon thunderstorm
scraping across the peaks
electrifying the air
raising the hairs
on the back of my neck

 

They Circulate Through You

img_3010Sometimes all you need
Is the blessing of
Of the February full moon

Giving a sermon on change
and powerful secret things

Adopted by your heart
They circulate through you

even when the clouds conspire
To play hide and seek

Sometimes all you need
is marmalade marshmallow sunrise
Or an impossible dawn

To circulate through you
Like a solar system jamboree

Sometimes all you need
Is the crisp  mountain breath
the living wild offspring
Of a million Manzanitas
and unending oak and pine

Adopted by your blood
They circulate through you

Sometimes all you need
are the succulent sounds of water gliding and gulping over glistening rocks at the muddy creek

As a reminder of flowing things
That circulate through you

A Butterfly is Loose on the Train

img_2956Attention passengers:

A butterfly is loose on the train

Please remain seated

It may make you want follow it about
as it alights on the shoulder of beautiful sleeping woman

It may evoke feelings of awe
But for your own safety please remain calm

Everything will be ok.

A butterfly is loose
Part dragon and part primordial insect

Please keep your distance

We have no way to control its behavior

It may make your heart flutter
As it looks at itself in the dark window

It may make your eyes light up

It may make your face make a smiling shape

It is not BART’s policy to allow wild creatures aboard

Rest assured:

The situation will be promptly rectified

Everything will be okay