LANDED

I lay beneath the evergreen
and I am reminded, every year:
through the Darkness, there is life.


I am at the canyon rim.
I have just landed.

I am at the canyon rim,
and I face the land,
having just landed.

I look for my road, and I walk it.
I traverse my day - a circle -
  another circle -
and I arrive at the canyon rim.

I dive off the edge,
and I face the sky,
having just taken flight.

I dream my path, and I listen for it.
I traverse my night - a circle -
  another circle -
and I arrive at the canyon rim.

Every day a fresh grace.
Sage clears the fog:
Only the heart knows.