This April we have brought you along with us

hiking these headlands you never knew


you have been with us each step of the way,

sometimes light, sometimes heavy, sometimes


a dance of variegated shapes in the fog’s sheen,

sometimes transparent, sometimes a suggestion;


you have been here and you have been not here,

both at once, so I have tried with each footfall


to reconcile the two, failing as I knew I would

the wildflowers are out celebrating the first spring


after you and so many tule elk have gone

to join you in this great drought and beauty


is everywhere all around including the black hawks

that dot the fog and also my joy in each breath


we’ll walk some more, then more and then no more,

but, while we walk, we’ll bring, sing you with us

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