I
sun-drenched orchards
cloud-streaked skies
some recognizable
seeds strewn
across
the old house
empty except for
some dough on
the table
folding
everything seems
enough for now
but some time
we'll approach
the myriad
implications of changing
one's life
but not
today
we just survey
these things
we live among
II
the old path
meanders
among fields
already laid
fallow
early morning
wind
blows hard
past stone
openings
a white goat
rests under
the sun
sinks
in the harbor
down below
accumulated
waves of
green reflect
the densities of
upper registers
III
a beekeeper
guided us
along the shore
through rugged
gneiss and schist
our eyes
inter
pellated
at every turn
oh endymion
in what cavity
will you dwell
tonight
your fields
give way
to sheer foliage
you raise
the cupped star
to the unspoken
things hidden
in silent
vaults
struck
by the dusty
fingers of
dawn
IV
all night thunder
rumbled in
the distant
conjunction
of its intervals
kept me
awake
fidgeting the secret
cipher
of its variance
red
lights clear
by morning
windmills flank
the ascent
to the monastery
the bedrock
spread over
cleft stones
frame the landscape
green grey blue
V
to gather
the relevant
in a place
just sit
patiently
among the reeds
wait for things
to unfold
as waterfowl
skimming
the lake
surface
the activity
myth
moves north
as light
leaves
shapes behind
VI
followed twin
creeks
downslope
quietly
slid through
empty
streets now
that wandering
has been
restricted by
decree
a cloudy eye
tracks my every
step around
volume and current
unnamed
pines
and trojan fir
peaking white
with late snow
and mountains blue
all the way
sun-drenched orchards
cloud-streaked skies
some recognizable
seeds strewn
across
the old house
empty except for
some dough on
the table
folding
everything seems
enough for now
but some time
we'll approach
the myriad
implications of changing
one's life
but not
today
we just survey
these things
we live among
II
the old path
meanders
among fields
already laid
fallow
early morning
wind
blows hard
past stone
openings
a white goat
rests under
the sun
sinks
in the harbor
down below
accumulated
waves of
green reflect
the densities of
upper registers
III
a beekeeper
guided us
along the shore
through rugged
gneiss and schist
our eyes
inter
pellated
at every turn
oh endymion
in what cavity
will you dwell
tonight
your fields
give way
to sheer foliage
you raise
the cupped star
to the unspoken
things hidden
in silent
vaults
struck
by the dusty
fingers of
dawn
IV
all night thunder
rumbled in
the distant
conjunction
of its intervals
kept me
awake
fidgeting the secret
cipher
of its variance
red
lights clear
by morning
windmills flank
the ascent
to the monastery
the bedrock
spread over
cleft stones
frame the landscape
green grey blue
V
to gather
the relevant
in a place
just sit
patiently
among the reeds
wait for things
to unfold
as waterfowl
skimming
the lake
surface
the activity
myth
moves north
as light
leaves
shapes behind
VI
followed twin
creeks
downslope
quietly
slid through
empty
streets now
that wandering
has been
restricted by
decree
a cloudy eye
tracks my every
step around
volume and current
unnamed
pines
and trojan fir
peaking white
with late snow
and mountains blue
all the way