Cakes And Ale: Quan Yin & Buddha starlit still

Saturday, October 22, 2016

They burn fiercely in the night

piercing redwood branches

onyx void lumined

silver points

blue giants and red dwarfs

schist and quartz

amphibians

grasshoppers

meadow birds

percussing wanton chants

on long sustained lines

Kirk's circular breathing

Fox screams heard by huckleberries

In the near distance

I can hear the call of a cat

down the dirt road

by the pond

From another ridge line

I can hear a cant

Coyote?

No: cock.

Underneath it all

there is no silence

that which presses my cheek

insists on threading the thicket

on nearby peak

There is no doubt

that tiny group of stars

has looked down on me

all of my nights

but I am not sure

that I've ever noticed

that ring before,

dancing near Orion