I stumbled across a rock on the lake trail
It waited five hundred years to catch me -
off guard
The forest was busy with life and death
A laughing raven sensed my loneliness
The heirs to grasses which once fed -
the American bison brushed against -
my trousers
Hope eternal caught my eye in the form -
of late winter flowers
Conifers fought the invisible wind
Air filling a vacuum , rushing to fill -
a void in every direction
Theoretical madness , constant confusion
Every unique image forever lost* ....