stone in my pocket—
the brook cuts deeper
into the mountain

loon calls
my daughter drawing circles
near the fire

wilderness canyon
my shout and its echo
quickly lost in time 

farewell hike—
windswept emptiness
of Haleakala

hiking to Makapuu Point
someone's name
carved in cactus

rattlesnake country-
shadows of storm clouds           
darken the foothills

Lake Cherokee an echo in each breaststroke 

rising stars
from my house to yours
six constellations

blue sea
the paper kite rises
again from the sand

fork of the road
the rusty signpost
points to the sky

dawn—
the smell of wild horses
permeates the fog

        dawn
river otters tease
        my boat into the current

out of the agave
out of the blue
Guadalupe

morning fog
on the coastal route
wild mustard

gnarled oak
my path to the hills
begins in mist

first time swimming
with my son in water
over our heads

distant thunder--
overhead a satellite
moves in the dark

far from home—
I find a shell
by the Tokko river

each swig
of the bottled water
the sky

switchback trail
my hand slides round
the polished tree

edge of day
across the prairie
the scrape of wind

roadside violet
all the places
I've yet to go

blackberry brier
an old boundary post
clawed by bears

june breeze
a hole in the cloud
mends itself

spring
a helium balloon
breaks free

putting on
my dancing shoes -
summer wind

prairie motel
from my window
stars and fireflies

back roads
Ella sings
heaven

roadside café
on the flatbed truck
bits of a fairground

road trip
bringing home grasshoppers
from five states

driving east across Nebraska
a cloud
epic