To be whole
To do good
I do need
To do good
To be whole
I’m not sure
What needs to change
What needs to heal
What I need to fix
Even the appearance of a rainbow
Cannot dispel the darkness
So I plumb the darkness
Seeking the rainbow within
The wind, soon enough
Will blow the fog away
And there will be I, the mountain
I remind myself
The fog sometimes reveals
A scale and depth
Often obscured by detail
Smoky.
The smell of a campfire.
But the nearest fire set a hundred thousand trees alight, a hundred or more kilometers away. I wonder, was that one lightning? A cigarette? A carelessly managed fire?
Of course
I often manage
To imagine something
Stranger still
I wonder which god
With violent rhythm
And upending verse
Turned this sea bed on edge
Towering
Above the land
Which for a thousand miles
Has known only sky
And a horizon
Beyond infinity
We enter here
By the millions
Entranced