From here you can see the snowy mountains,
Like words written on the blue walls of the sky.
That's your east,
And your west?
The blue fades to a vague gray in the direction
Of the dark wilds of the Pacific.
This is California's vegetable garden,
The Central Valley, long and wide.
I inhabit this place. Like a bat in a cave.
Like an owl in an elm. This place is my own.
I fill this land like a ghost fills a haunted house,
Like coffee fills a cup.
Starting out from here
Any direction is the right direction,
And turning about from any direction
Takes me back home.
Oh, let me be a weed in the river, let me be one speck of dust in the desert. A thought that came and went. The dream that could not be rem...
I am a father of a dead son, and I light a candle for him. I am a son of a dead father, and I light a candle for him. With these two candl...
I folded the sheet of newspaper into a hat the way my mother did when I was a child. If I made two more folds it would have become a boat, ...