A Human Space

I. The immense cold that lies in the ravine above the road slips through the weave of my coat. Above, grasses and sage roll from the shoulders of the slope into perimeters of tree where insects, rodents, and birds involve themselves in intricate movements, dedicated and purposeful. II. Earth movers shove their hollow bellies into this immanence to dig to the foundations of a wider parking lot for a church. III. We think that we control our environment, but we only push it around, close it off, and burn it. We only free ourselves to woo transcendence. 12 February 1983 San Diego 17 April 1985 Palo Alto