Alone
Having now ascended the timeless moss-encroached stone steps
onto the new plain: earthy, pale, yellow, and grassy –
yet there is no grass;
only a large sun near the horizon, neither setting or rising
sun shining with the pale blue sky fading brightly to black,
whose wind breezes delicate music and ethereal threads.
Could just as well be surging up through fractures
in the ground, but this cool golden land remains solid
in its effortless abandon.
The land stretches away to vanish. Nowhere is it close.
It is under my feet, grazing imagined toes.
Feeling the shade and coolness of the great pines,
I see in all directions as there are no trees.
A few horizontal wisps of white cloud, touched with the sun,
draw their close star into my universe as I converse
with myself and new surroundings,
Alone on my sheet of plain and singing sky.
