6.30.14
Sunlight on granite forever in the west
formed the road home, the queen’s road
in wild footprints and wolfish kisses
came home to the mountains
to where love is little and
dreams are big. I heard the voices
of my loved ones in the wind, calling
all life’s haste. I will not wait.
When the road calls, I am where I should be
When evening falls, I am who I should be
When the wet clouds stir the pinions of my flight
Breathless, foretold, I will find you everywhere I seek:
Within Thy circling power I stand,
On every side I find Thy hand