Within the Morning Rain

I lay within the morning quiet
My mind drifts to memories
As rain’s drumbeat calms.
A strange, irrythmic sound
Unexpected gaps of silence
Cool air chills my fingers


Reading Gary Snyder 

The morning quiet

I’m reading Gary Snyder

His words speak to me

My journey overlaps his

Mountains, rivers without end

Snyder’s has long been amongst my favorites. My personal overlap with his life a big part of that. My journeys through the Pacific Northwest, through Oregon, California; life and an eclectic array of work all make me feel a spirit connection.