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
