Sleeping Outside Near Willow Creek

A poem


Dawn      begs earth

to stay

Through vowel

spirit enters

in consonant the soul

river’s primal speakers

bind breath to flesh to bone.


Grey brittle stars

the small cloven hooves

of morning.


Between the lifting

of the eyelid

and the glance

a speck of dust




Meister Eckhart says

The creator has no within. 


What needs doing gets done somehow

dance doing it beautifully.


The plant oracle says

Nature responds with no arrangement or forced effort.