Woodland hills of Bolinas Ridge west of the summit of Mount Tamalpais: photo by Hydrogen Iodide, 25 November 2005
Like a big tired buffalo
Mount Tam kneels beneath
a glittering ceiling
her blue and green
flanks rest, her shaggy
and drinks from the lagoon.
The fur of her underbelly is burnt and brown
cars wind down it
like ticks. The top
of her head is yellow and balding
except where a few squiggly redwood tips
crest it. She rests, in the blazing
light of a June afternoon, as I do.
Life is not conditional. IF
is only a
A whole life –- yours, mine, anyone's –-
can pass by in an instant. Hers
continues, like a music without notes,
unless you really strain
your ears to hear them, and maybe even then.
Dying pine tree near the summit of Mount Tamalpais: photo by Hydrogen Iodide, 25 November 2005