mist

Poem – True

I have not been more at peace
nor been closer to my true being
than our time here, in the wilds
of Alaska, surrounded by mountains,
glaciers, and each other.





Poem – Accept What is Given

I awoke whole with
an empty mind.

I left the front
door into the morning

air filled with mist
and raven calls from

treetops surrounding
the small pond.

I was along and not alone
and took comfort in murky

sun giving away purple light.

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