painful sediments of the past
encrust my eyes.
receding waters and cracked soil
and when new rains fall,
muddy channels of folly!
all blown across the desert.
in the turning sky I see the carved stair.
in great steps up the mountain.
stone and tree remember this ground,
by the tale my gods tell of me.
strong nectar of breath and action!
wonderous gift of life from love!
night’s bivouac for tomorrow’s journey
until the quest of summit and wind
drowns me in the cloudy peaks.