sweet clarity, 8-13-2009, a poem

it is the wind, so wonderfully given voice
by the trees, the cliffs, and the canyons,
that speaks across my body.

I sleep with my head on a rock
and my back in the dirt
warm and smooth and gentler than last night’s bed.

I feel the peaceful, calming hand of emptiness,
the joyous, easy embrace of freedom,
and the open, plain awareness of solitude.

it’s been awhile,
sweet clarity,
glad to run into you again.