the wind will take you
a thousand steps
cut in
stone
there is now a parking garage
over the garden gate
where we first
met
one-thousand glass marbles
into the midnight ocean
our silence
sink
These letters are the result of my walking and thinking in the wilderness that we are.
the wind will take you
a thousand steps
cut in
stone
there is now a parking garage
over the garden gate
where we first
met
one-thousand glass marbles
into the midnight ocean
our silence
sink