first poem…a guttural moan of awe;

an appreciation of phenomenon:

of shimmers on febrile plains,

of fallen cloud underbellies ripped,

spilling mist to chattering canopies,

of a sensuous line jerked from chaos,

of beast in flight or majestic pose,

of scents of the mull or heated stone,

of the body in heat or love or both,

of colors, so startling, only sky,

in absolute stillness, could hold them.