ALL ALONG THE WASHALU
Deer eating leaves and squirrels hoarding
nuts; gnawing on branches, digging for
feed. Nature has exuberant habits. I
can watch this, and understand the
idea. This real is as real as it gets.
Now they've thrown up a new bridge,
over the Washalu, about a mile off
from here - some crazy road runs it
by, screaming. The trucks and the
vans and the cars manage to mangle
the landscape. These trees, once the
edge is approached, can almost seem
bucolic again; once approached.
Nature lives on, it appears, in a
proximity to what's around it. Small
things and large, together, amass and
congeal into a less-worldly form. Of
the sort I'd rather have : the natural
light, unfiltered, and the gurgling
stream, unchecked. That's the land
we've always mentioned, and that's
the land we've always met.