- Vol. 05
- Chapter 12
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