Laraway, Laraway

What have I done? Left you this morning out of haste, love and distaste for solitude? Oh, what are you to think of me? Sorta confused about this world lifeanAll, I think that some apology is in order: to earth moon sun and sky - - my humble service, the living day for you Sun under cloud over sky around us all and I am grateful from your offering Nature and Earth, water open sea, gore crevasse terre Sky To you Buddha starling Sky of clouds of air of wind and birds, I thank you for sending my lifeforce in meditation... And Moon, to whom I have no words, Moon for love invested like bankmoney I love you most Moon not more than earth sun or sky not more than water not more than nature’s wind Speaking but as forwords and backwords revolve or like a spring fog or lowing mist off the sea (Fogbells and light) I think of Moon at each passing note With each hair growing steadily suspended on sand The overlapping plane of mountain Sun And Night