The November trees, their colorful fallen leaves,
the chill-blue sky, the swiftly moving clouds —
I turn around in circles to harvest this beauty.
It whirls around me, through me — there is
nothing to grasp, nothing to surrender.
The last few days brought rain and mists; today
everything is brilliant in the Autumn shine.
I want to take all the warriors from yesterday,
today, and tomorrow by the hand at once
and say: “See?”
Today is designated “Veterans Day” by those
who designate the days of our lives.
I remember the neatly arranged rows of gravestones
cascading downhill at the Presidio in San Francisco
as I rode past them on my bicycle — the interplay
of bright sunlight with the Evergreen shadows
created a blinding stroboscopic effect.
I’ve heard it said that consciousness itself is a play
of luminous energy, that everything is just light.
It’s hard to hear that humans are still slaughtering
each other, but they are, by day and night.