Wandering the Lonely – Photos and Verse

Wandering the lonely
stretch
a canyon of trees

On the ridge
playful clouds
peekaboo

I'm in the eye
of an eagle
soaring

While Son-of-Sky
blue like mom
talks quiet thunder

But all things end
(tree canyons too)
away fall the walls

To the river
taking
breath

The lonely road goes on
climbing ridge to sky
I hesitate, looking back

Into the sky
beyond
I'm not (not quite)
ready to soar

^{The photos for "Wandering the Lonely" were taken on the 109 Spur in Hoquiam, Wash.}