Fog upon the creek, a low cloud
clings to sycamores without leaves
beneath dark emerald hills at dawn.
Naked limbs emerge after a night’s
rain, then alternately withdraw as if
dancing with an undulating throng
secreted within a gray veil, a pantheistic
affair – a steamy, primeval revisiting
of First Light and the creation of things.
Strange new world and fresh beginning,
our pristine hope inhabited by others,
jubilant for an instant – but not quite like us
as the cloud moves upstream, leaving
their tangle frozen outside my mind –
as the creek mumbles me back to life.
drycrikjournal 
OkOK John you got me…I’ve been following you and enjoying Robbin”s photos for a couple a years now…but “panistic’…tried to look it up…all I got was your poem for reference…no help…anywho…someday I’ll know what it means…but for now…keep up the good work…I really enjoy all your efforts…t
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You got me! Panism is ‘a belief system consisting of an idea of oneness with the pantheistic god Pan’. Pantheism is the view that the Universe (Nature) and God are identical. I’ve made the changes to see how I like the rhythm. Thanks, Tom, for keeping me honest.
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