"Stones This Large"


You would think stones this large
would hold some knowledge:
throw a few bits of wisdom up to the earth's surface
like a lava living blossom,
erupting some volcanic truths for the ages.

"At The Camp Site"

  Our huddled bodies thrust arms and fingers out to worship
  late October and the flickering heat of camp
          and we listen.
                    We are eager,
                         hopeful even
    that the flame and its one sided warmth
     will divulge a secret:
          maybe teach us the words to a song that we'll
           someday have to sing:
                   maybe someday show us the world.