
You came in October
In a thousand wings
Nothing particular
Just one in the many
Fishing and flying
From lake to lake
Eating your fill
Delighting the seer
As time went by
The numbers declined
The lakes fished over
‘Til 12 left on a log
In the evening, taking turns
Each landed to rest
Gliding and clumsy
In imaginal grace
Until just one
Stands in the shallow
As I from the bank
Share the silence
Day after day
We sit and see
The heart beating
Across the rippled wet
Alas, Now I can’t find you
The many in the one-
Where have you gone…
Where have I gone?…
There is a sense, I believe, where life can be viewed as a series of ‘leaving’ and ‘remaining.’ More to the point perhaps, things and people, come and go. Inasmuch as we seem designed as humans to seek that which is most certain and everlasting, much of life on face value seems to be exactly the opposite of this. …

“Remove the sandals from your feet, for the place you stand is holy ground…