Water and land, the cycles of season,
Weather and the deeds of humans;
The changes that made this valley
Are a lot to take in.
An ancient inland sea between ranges
Dries up into fertile soil,
Crisscrossed by creeks and rivers
That feed it all fresh water.
The climate, a rainy season and a dry one
Blessed with little freezing.
Levees and dams to channel the water --
It isn’t what nature built,
But it does indeed feed millions of people.
And me, a poor poet, blessed
With spiritual wealth and financial poverty.
I do not know if I am happy man
For settling here, or if I am just in love
With the walnut blossoms every year.
04 March 2019