searching for three acres

for years, poet laureate WS Merwin dreamed of restoring a bit of the earth’s surface. he searched for it across…

the beginning

is not always easy to see

the first page of a notebook 
might not be the first
pages torn out 
words lost…

August 10

it’s a day we’ll never forget 
a 911 of the land 
of the forest 
of the fields

arriving

it’s been 7 days 12 states nearly 2700 miles 
and you still haven’t found the forest

the battle

the storm had ended 
the snow had fallen
the leaves now held the weight 
and the beauty 
as black re-emerged along Lincoln Highway 
towards…

the good life

the green sign above the Missouri river says 
Nebraska… the good life

bald eagle

we almost killed the bald eagle 
industry / efficiency / ddt / mono-everything

montana mountains

we are now in the mountains 
and the mountains are in us

the poetry is all in the anticipation

the poetry is all in the anticipation
there is nothing there in reality

the way

from Times Sq to Auburn CA 
the town i grew up in 
but never knew