Rain, in such volume, with such force,
and the cedar, unperturbed,
a solemn drinker at closing time — yes,
what is wisdom worth in this leaky house of mine?
September 18, 2019
Hoh Rain Forest
July 20, 2010
One saw swans back then. Another, fingers, hands.
I saw faces. I see them again.
Categories: Drawings, New Poems & Pieces, Recently Banned Literature
Tags: Art, Cedars, Diaries, Faces, Hands, Hiking, Hoh Rain Forest, Journals, Meaning, Memory, Olympic National Park, Rain, Swans
