A Most Special Room in Krause Cabin

hey, don’t fall down bench

wind aint even blowin,

with these everywhere shadows

busy whispering their nostalgic stories

earth trails beside fish filled cold streams

running alongside each other to compliment,

everything in twos shared,

this a better place to be

must be the place we’re in

(discovering this stillness

echoing into the many parts we are)

ever scribble in a soggy notebook ontop a mountain pass?

gotta seduce it,

suck it down to the marrow,

the rest

straight forward inertia

inside scrawling by solitary burning candle

last witness to the night,

disheveled table and rickety chair

laughing blind ol keyboard looking on

and out all around,

those browngreen massive tree live-ers

climb then spiral upwards,

guiding our pace,

sheltering our heartbeat

there are those

who dwell in these mountains

who may consider vastness from all directions,

and there are those

who dwell in these valleys

who may lift their eyes to Shasta,

tacitly ascending from this green space,

from this expanse,

the enduring and the towering

today we agreed

this pockmarked splintered floor

aint so bad if we could walk on it,

if no winds would blow crazy out there to annihilate our souls,

and if the early morning chill would grow just a little bit warmer

as the omnipresent silence serenades,

better grateful hobos we could be

8/24/73

Mt. Greyback, Oregon