Wild Raspberries
Fireweed • Tansy • Solidago odora
beside the bituminous asphalt's edge
where the wild things grow lush
a hand searches for hues • is it
necessary to know the name of things
to set stems in water? • to make
colors leap like salmon from a fountain
of white porcelain? • the map-followers
whiz by on their wheels • they have no
time for tints & shades • enough
the pleasant blur of forms • dutchbarn
billboard • deer in the pines
rare to find some seeker of line
who interrupts the smooth cut of the roadway
a silhouette against the horizon • stopped
on a shoulder for a look at the moon
to separate from the mainstream•
to pull over on a side road• lingering
beside clear spring pools that are the eyes
of a lover• of a friend seen once again
then how easy it is to let go
the engines idling in the heart
even for just a few moments to have
no thought other than wildflowers
the couple out jogging along the gravel road
stop together beside a barb-studded bush
& pick wild raspberries• that red taste,
sweet on the breath•leads them astray
must tempt us into fields of summer grass
where names like rattlers shed their skins
Desolation Wilderness
—for Steve Clark
end of July * hiking the familiar interior
of the Sierra Nevadas * up canyon we see pockets
of ice still glistening * in spite of morning sun
cold persists * snowmelt dissolves slowly
leaps downed cedars * hopping one-legged
past scree chutes & mica outcrops
gathering strength * pebbles * poise * until
tumbling it pools at last in the cupped blue
palms of a tarn * granite banks studded
with talus & yellowleg pine * where later
the cold burrows back * settles in for the night
campfire dusk dimming * evening's icy gusts
scaring up shadows * uprooting the light
we camp by the lake whose clear upturned eye
mirrors all the bruised illogical shapes
the mind takes * craggy ridges * steep slopes
the sheer cliffs of what began as innocence
forsaken * in pain * naturally deformed
like krummholz spruce dwarfed & supplicant
we find our solutions of harmony * laying low
insomniac * in starry awe of gorge & chasm
swordfern & impenetrable brush * this place
brimming with the agony implicit in growth &
the soaring transcendence of errors absorbed
mooning us with its wilding dark beauty * when
glaciers roll back * they leave magnificent scars
The Art of Getting Lost
heh, man, get lost
losing it
look closely
it's not so much you
losing it
but the place
that takes you away
it's slickrock slope dangerous with piñon
that takes you away
it's Mancos shale wild strawberry avalanche chute
that takes you away
& suddenly olla kala panta rhei
you're just another
neopagan zenmother Buddhada
learning pandemonium
toking pure chaos
it's cougar in the headlights
takes you away
it's some Venus waitron Kali clone
takes you away
take Luna in the mushrooms & quackgrass
rolling in it on Sheep Mountain
that first green-eyed summer
or take that infamous hike we took
to the San Miguel Canyon petroglyph
that scribed a hoop in the earth
& led us back to our beginnings
crouching for shelter from Shandoka's lightning & ice
takes you away
clambering hands & knees up Lone Cone scree
takes you away
getting so lost,
you find yourself
Canyonland cliff shelf narrowing to goat hold
takes you away
Uncompahgre's Tabeguache pine scratched by bear
takes you away
one minute next-to-death & then
born again & again & again
toad kachina grotto vision on Nuvatikyaovi
the San Francisco Peaks
takes you away
Big Sur hot spring crotch-of-the redwood full moon pool
takes you away
Pacific Rim combers in a Salt Point storm slamming down fists
takes you away
letting go
enough not to panic
but to play it like a tune
whistled & hummed
as a hymn to the Mother
Easy bro, Haleakala's charm
takes you away
yo, eating mangoes & making love
in the sea cave at Kalalau
takes you away
this is my religion
I believe in being lost
& everything I find on the way
is true miracle
& what finds me
I try to field
adventure not predicament
chasing chaos as much as calm
the only straight line in nature
is the bomb's trajectory
the bullet's compass
so, scram pathfinders surveyors engineers
gimme the loon's zigzag walk
let me lose it
I know how to use it