When entering the Gorge, leave behind all preconceptions. Let yourself be carried off on a stream of consciousness that tickles the heavens as readily as it grinds down stone.

The Miracle Within

Among the selfish and

The feral


In the company of friends

Who did not friend well


In the wake of a million

Sharp objects rushing to puncture

What keeps us functioning


The rocky shell of our heart, scars and all,

Is a blessing, and we


The miracle that glows



~ From the poetry collection THE MOMENTS COUNT — work in progress..