I’m retreaded but road-tired,
Rolling across cantankerous land
Though, thank heavens—knock around
On pavement
And redwood,
Not yet sent off to a ‘board and card’ mansion,
Rehearsing...
You know where decks and bingo
“Was a dog…” chips or
Markers
Define the tokened measures of your/our life--
Or where, too
Reclining and breathing entertain you/us.
I walker about at Morro Strand beach-coast
Staggering in wonder...
Here
Until my brief spark of awed experience embers out
Gone...
Yet
This cosmos Ultimately
Transcendent
In the LIGHT,
Dan Wilcox
4/3/22
