Twelve Strings

While Leo Kottke’s music pranced about the room,

I thought about sunlight in all its forms.

I thought about a cat named Zeke;

a dog named Cooper;

rain storms, lightning, owls, ravens, 

and the Pacific a mile away.

I thought about the mystery

infusing the ebb and flow of tides,

a mystery that’s in my blood and marrow,

but I don’t know how to name it.

All anyone will say is,

Just dance to it.

From: How We Wander:

Short Poems in 75 Words or Less

Unpub. MS p. 27