Rock Ramblings
Joshua Tree National Park
March 8, 1998
March 8, 1998
who can understand
the silence written
in these rocks
-- the snows on san jacinto
wind whispers
vibrating sage is speaking
and lizard skittering
sun on my back shoulders -- warm
moon rising and my heart sound beat
and song bird sings too
the distance distance distance of
joshua trees and sky meeting together
a blue-brown horizon of odd rock shapes
where god speaks in this most sacred
of places
connecting now the future -- certain
certainly desert cactus colors flower
blue yellow green with echos in the canyon
coyote tracks on the sandy dry river
leading me
seeing my shadow now
it surprises -- my thinking
up high looking down on
digesting my sunday 39-cent
mc donald cheeseburgers
large fries -- grease soaking through
a sip of water from the nalgene bottle
watching rocks move against sky
an unopened world of wishes
for who can understand happiness --
the silent sadness remaining
in these rocks
i touch
// © by wataru ebihara
the silence written
in these rocks
-- the snows on san jacinto
wind whispers
vibrating sage is speaking
and lizard skittering
sun on my back shoulders -- warm
moon rising and my heart sound beat
and song bird sings too
the distance distance distance of
joshua trees and sky meeting together
a blue-brown horizon of odd rock shapes
where god speaks in this most sacred
of places
connecting now the future -- certain
certainly desert cactus colors flower
blue yellow green with echos in the canyon
coyote tracks on the sandy dry river
leading me
seeing my shadow now
it surprises -- my thinking
up high looking down on
digesting my sunday 39-cent
mc donald cheeseburgers
large fries -- grease soaking through
a sip of water from the nalgene bottle
watching rocks move against sky
an unopened world of wishes
for who can understand happiness --
the silent sadness remaining
in these rocks
i touch
// © by wataru ebihara