A suddenness
of hummingbird.

then a spinning
away scrawling

another name
for God--

'the great giving'--

in airborne
invisible ink
before,

like Amelia Earhart,
drifting out,

then disappearing,

over the blue lake.

STUNNED

trembling aspen leaves
kissed by rivering
wind,

my mouth soundless,
wide open

within

afternoon's quivering
light.

Many streams
One river.

All,
Ocean!

Home....

Great Giving

Four red tailed
hawks
circle the base

of Red Feather Peak.

Later this day,
after meditation

in a room
filled with friendly
strangers,

tears kiss my cheeks,
spacious skies and heart

with a wish for all
who live

to be safe, well-rooted,
aloft upon the earth.