From the album The Road Not Taken
Grooving clam shell,
streakt through marble,
sweeping down ponderosa pine bark-scale
rip-cut tree grain
sand dunes, lava flow
“veiled, vibrating; vague”
sawtooth ranges pulsing;
veins on the back of the hand.
Forkt out; birdsfoot-alluvium wash
great dunes rolling
Each inch rippld, every grain a wave.
Leaning against sand cornices til they blow
stiff thorns of cholla, ocotillo
sometimes I get stuck in the thickets-
Ah, trembling spreading radiating wyf
catch me and fling me wide
To the dancing grain of things
Of my mind!