I stumble under June moonshine over

salal shrubs rabbit brush clustered racemes

catch a verdant handful of forest moss padding

the damp branch of a hemlock peel

strips of bark for a small fire  

liquorish fern feint breath of blackberry afloat

on the smoke. I drift inside

dream’s body bereft of daylight

wisdom of nothing less than everything –

specters of high strangeness deep obfuscation

argot of the soul. Try to understand

I’m showing you

something

of my life.