Monthly Archives: June 2014

Near the Solstice,
my irrigation water languishes,
lollygags in the pasture
of short-cropped green
and a few too many cows—

soaking and absorbed
fifty yards shy
of the wilting end
to my temporary world.

Fifty years ago,
my mother’s father
curtly admonished me,
forever instilled
that nothing is permanent.

After a dark night
of chasing dreams,
I wonder if death
is nothing—
nothing more
than a good sleep
while the water runs
to pasture’s end.