Meditations from the Woods—4/6/05—david huebner

awakened by silence

                        to read

slowly emptying coffee

admitting my guilt.

an old Ponderosa's furrowed plates

broken again by three panes of glass—

walls and words and photographs

these paper thoughts—

little nuthatch, sweet chickadee

                                                sounds

coyote, deer, bear

                                                imprints

juniper, hemlock, fir, lodgepole

                                                shadows

70 inches of water on the ground—

            I will remember the faces,

            so I may listen to the voices.

coffee cold now by accident

such a surprise

            to forget.

~

generations told

lost mysteries

to be given homes.

nothing beyond something

wagging

in the sun.

"never say never

            forever's gun

is too big son, afterall

you're just a young boy."

will there be a raindrop in that puddle?

~

You've given me no reason to turn around.

Happiness is the laughter in my ears and the motion of wildness.

This Place my endless haste to go nowhere at all.

Forgive me Father but you were wrong—

            mistake is never following bliss

            and regret is where you arrive.

~

Tall and Straight

            are good

but Bent and Twisted

            are better.

meaningless all in the end such appearences

                        left to the human mind.

lost-lonely-left-behind in the body

                        instinctual relationships.

timelessness, a phrase, but shouldn't we

                        remember?

maybe tomorrow, in the windows of yet another morning

                        nothing more will be seen.

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