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In the Rain

This patter of rain
could lull me to sleep.
A warm dog at my feet
and the softness of a lantern light.
The night cooling with each drop.
I wish it to never stop.

ELDORADO

The water bade me follow.
It’s path winding and deep.
Every canyon, every hollow.
Never will it find defeat.

Curling its white tips,
it rushes with fury,
hitting the boulderous stones,
crushing them without even stirring.

So deceitful in its calming,
clear surface,
knowing the violence roaring underneath.
I linger a little while longer,
hoping for mercy,
as I bade near for a drink.

ASHES

When I die,
don’t bury my body deep
with no living thing to see.

Take my ashes
and scatter them wide
across the mountaintops
and canyons
of the Divide.

Where I found my peace
in the solemn beauty
amidst the pines
and roaring creeks
of nature’s glory.

ROCKY SILHOUETTES

I climbed a mountain.
A real one.
Not an emotional one.

At the top,
there were no trees.
Rough grasses and rocks.
Scurrying mammals and flowers
blooming as if spring.

The air is thin there.
But that is not why you gasp.
It’s the strangeness
of everything that surrounds you,
so far below
and beyond.

Everything looks a painting,
a photograph,
not real.
But it is.
It is not enough to take a picture.
It is not even enough to stare.

So I sat awhile,
at the top of the mountain.
And let my thoughts
chase the sailing the clouds,
the rocky silhouettes,
the valleys carved by rivers
and creeks.