Stones in my Pocket

With each trail I hike
I gather stones in my pockets,
twigs and moss in my hands

and one day

I will gather together all those rocks

all those stones and twigs,

branches and moss,

and I will build a small home
made up of all those trails that

led me to that point

and I will live

completely

within each mile that I have walked

There's a Hole in the Pond

There's a hole in the pond

into which the sky falls

into which the sky falls most days

and the secrets that sink

to the bottom of that well

shimmer with an iridescent glaze

Burying Lightning

I dug a hole

to bury the lightning

to save for another day

but soon I found

that nature's plans

oft travel in other ways