merge
I arrive
after rare May snow
sun gone
behind the west range
in the white last light
of Mt. Shasta
the dream dreamed
before the journey
finds me
the mountain stands
in a moving gauze of mist
I move into the dream
air of cloud surrounds
smell of pines
and damp earth
great peak above me
I bow to the earth
life
spirit
head to holy ground
I move into the dream
I move into the mountain
gravel in my palms
wet knees
five times I bow
time moves into time
place into place
my breath into breath
I move into the dream
I move into the mountain
I move into the Movement