wide-eyed world woven with webbing

light to read the directions of mist by

a sign where the circle ends

dry creek bed
face to face with
my extinction

from nowhere
a wave overshadows
the last rock-pool

merciful wind —
bruised reeds are unbroken
and flax flower

core alone on the tundra

all at once
some pumice bobs up
from the past

in the east
ranges croak up

rainbow warrior —
a zodiac boat prowls
through the stars