Three short selections….
Siwashing It Out Once in Suislaw Forest
I slept under rhododendron
All night blossoms fell
Shivering on a sheet of cardboard
Feet stuck in my pack
Hands deep in my pockets
Barely able to sleep
I remembered when we were in school
Sleeping together in a big warm bed
We were the youngest lovers
When we broke up we were still nineteen
Now our friends are married
You teach school back East
I don’t mind living this way
Green hills the long blue ocean
But sometimes sleeping in the open
I think back when I had you.
I always miss you–
last fall, back from the mountains
you’d left San Francisco
now I’m going north again
as you go south.
I sit by a fire at hte ocean.
How many times I’ve hitchhiked away;
the same pack upon my back.
Rain patters on the rhododendron
Clouds sweep in from the sea over the sand dunes
and stoopt lodgepole pines.
Thinking of the years since we parted.
Last week I dreamed of you–
buying a bag of groceries
From Gary Snyder’s collection “From the Back Country” 1968.
When Will I be home?
I don’t know.
In the mountains,
In the rainy night,
The Autumn lake is flooded.
Someday we will be back together again.
We will sit in the candlelight
By the west window,
And I will tell you how I
Tonight on the stormy mountain.
Li Shang Yin