I have, however
watched buds grow, open and bloom;
I’ve seen bare branches leaf overnight
looked at constellations in the heavens
and discovered moving clouds
casting shadows below.

I have seen a hint of the galaxy’s brilliance
in mountain nights
pierced by a low bird’s call
whose name I do not know.
Fallen asleep comforted
remembering that these stars
are each known and named.
I have heard the cricket, seen a grasshopper,
watched the change of season
wreak chaotic beauty
over barren mountain shrouds
and discovered pleasant memories
like bulbs
waiting to bloom.

13 April 1994