Wednesday, June 10, 2009


I was a child born to dream
on long summer days while
sun sizzled on round river rock.
The glinting golden green waters
slithering between high walls,
down to the slowed pace
of a snake sunning itself on black sand.

Black sand's golden glimmer
off wet footprints.
A wandering track to under
the Willow that is my hide-away.

In green sunlit shadowed hide-away
I hold my breath the better to hear
high-pitched Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz,
then click, click, click overlaid
in a symphony of insects and it all
blends into One Perfect Whole.
Soft wind in Willow wands,
brightness of air, heat on sand,
coolness of river, Bzzzzzzzzzzzz.
All into one language only IT and I know.

IT and I know all things are possible
in this sizzling heat. In this shaded cool.
In this quiet buzzing intensity of life.
And I was born to dream.

(c) 6.1.96


  1. Born to dream - this is a beautiful piece.

  2. Thank you. I was eight the summer of this memory. The Smith river and the Klamath river were my homes away from home. I loved the water. Rivers or beaches. The sounds. The smells. Forturnatly my Mother loved them too, so we went a lot.

  3. ...I've felt like this many time, but have never put it into words. I don't think I would be able to capture it so well.....there are so many lines I like. I will be back several times to let it sink in. Just seems like a poem to savor and take your time with (like when the sun beats down and soaks into your skin....and everything slowssssss down....