Poem from Cantata in Two Voices, in which I and my collaborator Bonnie Nish take existing poems and respond to them line by line.


In the mountains, stillness;
“After Goethe” by Robert Haas

I come to this place to find
the depth of wonderment
I have lost in ordinary life.

The pine scented earth
gives up its light
and my bruises fall away.

I am once again whole.

My toes inhale the raspy air
and I move like a mountain spring
coming back to its source.

Now I can open and bloom
and spread out into the dusk,

where Lupines and Indian Paintbrush
carpet the scree.

Slashes of purple throated
Fireweed snatches at my breath.

Night begins to fall
and everything silent
holds me.