So while I’m living,

I have things to do...

Mysteries to ponder...

like the ancient hard-packed clay deposits,

small boulders all in a row

halfway up the hill from Mission valley

exposed to light and air

by erosion and builders.

An old man to ask
what he knows about weaving baskets.
and when the rains will come again...

Roads roll out before me.

...so do shadows and dark places.

Sunflowers keep the time.