… —thinking of poems of Gary Snyder
I need a Snyder this morning
a poem as clean, smooth,
and hard as an old bone—
a femur or skull with something to say
about everything and nothing
with few words as ordinary as stones
lining my brook of days
as last night’s rain in its gully runs by
snatching light, throwing sparks
to the musical muttering
of falling water
………………. has it happened?
…. you
……….tell
……………me
Jim Culleny
6/2/20
Blink 