i. The Other Shoe Drops

The silence
before
the river weeps

Can you hear
the wandering minstrel of truth,
like clean wafts
of remembered seas
crossing the senses
with a warm January breeze?

Snow covers
the landscape of climate change

Hearts are thawing.

ii. Civilizations Fall

The emerald forest
does not argue with the prairie wind,
telling it which way to turn.

A warm thin line
setting the insistent horizon gives
way to both the darkness and the light,

leaves shiver with the slightest
breath, I am alive
through it all.

iii. Another Dream Has Ended

There's a bean-counter in me.
I added up the numbers--
and came to nothing.

There's a yogi in me,
I am doomed to tell stories of enlightenment
and how no one speaks the ancient art of love.

There's a moon-face I wear sometimes
raging with light,
and the light is all around me,
and the light is all I am.

There's a distance only story-tellers
speak of. There's a bridge from here
to there.

There's a candle blazing in the night.
Another dream has ended.