• Dark Pools

    looking at that crystalline surface,
    seeing the blue green on the brown,
    deep pools so clear from the terrace,
    smelling that rich earthy ground;

    feeling the smooth granite with numb toes,
    the cool wind blowing round about
    taking it easy, just let go
    looking for that simple way out;

    the water cool choking out the light,
    the tumult from the fountain jostles the still,
    Now on into the moonless night.
    How I love the mountains, still