Just Home

satin landscape                        sculpted
                                    by rain
                                                by river
                                                            by wind

stone cascades
                      cut
                            by azure mystery

current of stars
                        indigo galaxy                                 planet of silk and stone

Are we seeing through your waters to the heavens?
Are we wafted on breezes above your flooding stream?
Do your currents carry traces of light immemorial?

neither up
                 nor down
                                    neither over
                                                          nor through

no divinity                   just light                                    no spectacle                                                         just home

stars—or their reflections—swept toward unseen
oceans through fjords of burnished stone

our granite outcroppings                           our light-flecked rushing stream