2/23/2015

Rooted,
ready for the rain
Robert the elder sang
in a cool morning shade.

Awake,
ambles down the hill
Robert’s spirit swam until
sunlights fill the stream side a little.

Astride,
alive-along a blue bird
Robert rode the sky
flew back to the nest inside
a thick old Redwood rising high.

Back home,
it’s good to be,
sometimes you gotta let your spirit see
what it’s like to play in the water & the sky
& the creeks & the caves & the stars at night.