Serenity is found
in places like these;
the water runs still against battered rocks,
You can hear
the distant Ojibwa cries
That come to the trees leaves
with the wind.
Soft morning light drapes
through opened skylights,
and it’s then that I’ve realized
Time dissipates as the body
Is closer to nature.
As night draws
birch bark starts our flames –
licking its steel cage.