Brother Gary

Gary is a guide
he took me up mountains
echoed poems
off Desolation Peak

brewed campfire tea
focused my eyes
on the beauty
of nuts n'grime
hard work sweat

pointed his walking
stick up through
pine tree tops
and the blue night stars



Mine is about my favourite poet Gary Snyder; another good friend of Allen Ginsberg and Jack Kerouac.   You may know him by his Kerouacian pseudonym: Japhy Ryder.  I've hidden the name of my very favourite poem somewhere in here...do you see it?

night prayer

rattled awake
by a lost n'lingering thought
a late night nagging
an image of your face
I pray
blessings to you




Lately, I've awakened at night with a vivid image of someone to pray for, so I do.

ha - maybe this is why I'm the Tired Monk

a good misty morning

flame darts out
sparks
the first
early dawn smoke

slow coffee sip
bitter
black
cheap

settle down into
sagging porch chair
inhale

ponder
morning valley fog

through the mist
burst of warm colour
monk on a mountain bike
waving g'day

cigarette dangles
falls