From Ways of Going
for Steve
Will it be like paragliding--
gossamer takeoff, seedlike drifting down
into a sunlit, unexpected grove?

Or ski-jumping--headlong soaring,
ski-tips piercing clouds,
crystal revelations astonishing my goggles?

. . . . Skittery flicker of a glare-weary lizard
startled into the sheltering wings of a leaf,

rusting freighter with a brimming hold
shimmering onto a crimson edge. . . .

Sad rower pushed from shore,
I'll disappear like circles summoned
by an oar's dip.

However I burn through to the next...