Some inheritance from Adam
of serotonin flowing like mud
- a craving for a drug.
And, like chromosomes
still seen by science
a microscope, DNA
sequenced in absence of proof
of Hebraic certainties.
I do not know where
this thing comes from.
Or, why I can only take a pill,
spill some wine, feel a body.
Now I dream of a cure.

To Stand Amongst Mountains

To stand amongst mountains,
and conquer their awe
where man has yet to take fully his hold.

And, beasts, their eyes brown,
and shoulders taller than a man
live through high winters.

There are slow movements in the trees,
green for their short time
in the altitude's truncated summers.

There is air that modern man does not know.
Still I would breathe it,
in those granite temples.

That I Am With You

I used to envy stars
in their loneliness.
I found some solace
in knowing they
survived alone.
But, now with you,
I know the stars and comets
live half a life,
though it is measured in millenia.
I have few words left,
so like the hermits in their spheres
the only thing I know to do
is to exist,
but I am lucky;
I get to do it with you.