surrounded by steady
up and down prancing
dishing out more food
satisfying late night hungry digestions
so where has my stomach hid?
someplace between these Big Sur earth shuttles
relaxation has a purpose
(trifling music some may call it),
that furthers a brief pause,
a finger roll drumbeat,
and another 45 jagged miles
just to order up another helping
soon, the jester will begin the next journey
across miles lending to more miles across this Great Floor,
then into these giant trees
so profound so cold-blooded,
without any regard for shelter
or refuge
8/12/73
Big Sur