. . .

Walking amidst
mountains, the ground
is marked with the 10,000
steps it takes to leave
the city; I've been here
before. How else recognize
these white herons
build the valley sky
in their passing?

A child appears pointing
from a white rock.
The sun doesn't move
from the tip of
her finger.
This is where
the new people
will come from.


by jerry gordon