Listen!
7/4/05 the sun behind my back lights amongst the trees to the west of the house wild cherry dogwood broad dark leaves of the redbud and behind them having climbed maybe fifteen twenty feet the wild rose held in the feathery ferny arms of the sumac reveals her pink flowers wherever there is opening enough to shine if what they say is true the night will be as beautiful with storms as this morning is with clean light and breeze out of the nearby lull comes the big western weather is the nation composed of handshakes and kisses region to region or marches and burning fire in the sky is beautiful the sun warms the bright distant stars order our spirits and cheer them and lightning though it burns and shatters is so much like what is in the bones of spirit that when it stands up we can make out a vast Person beckoning and we want to send up our own fire and noise crazy with celebration