WATCHING THE SUNRISE OVER SEDONA

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Toward Cathedral Rock

I closed my eyes
for one inhale and exhale
stood waiting and small
sage on the wind
reminding me that I am
west again
so many stars
in pre-dawn purple
a teeming riot above
rock sky sage
red-orange blue blue-green
faces lit by the light
my own like theirs
this circle of time
in its always-ness

WHAT I KNOW

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If I leave my house at 5 a.m., set the cruise at 79, and head west on the NYS thruway to the airport for a 6:40 flight to Montana, the drive is exactly 29 minutes.

And listening to the Dead on the way makes it go even faster. 

And seat 37E has a limited view.

THINKING OF MY LAST TRIP TO THE KEYS ALMOST ONE YEAR LATER

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and the moon stuck with us
a full half the day     three-quarters
hanging high and quiet to the west
a translucent whisper
not enough for even a reflection
on the oceanside glass     I stood
on the bow and let go     closed my eyes
and gave myself to the unknowable
back and forth of the water
the slight lap against the skiff
occasional bird call     the breeze
and rising sun at my back

GIVE ME TRAILS

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No Gravatar Over the course of a summer of running trails in my favorite park in upstate NY, I had pretty much written a poem in my head. When I finally took the time to get it on paper, it showed up in a heartbeat. I called my friends Denver Miller and JR Kraus (both talented directors and cinematographers) to see if it was worth shooting a short video to put the words with. Something done for the love of what we do – storytelling. And, to be honest, to show to prospective clients as well. After just a few hours of scouting the park, this, too, showed up in a heartbeat.