Olympic National Park
Across this high mountain trail
The Celestial Cosmos
Illumines by starlight
Forever under the heavens  

Harvesting shrimp, Kodiak AK
Long day done
Nightfall’s walk home
Down two-lane road

    In a momentary flash       
    Bodies become framed       
    Emblazoned in bright yellow car light       
    We are light beings  

San Juan Islands
Leaving the huge stone fireplace
The all-camp gathering adjourns
Into moonless night
We use no torch, no light

“Your eyes will adjust,” they say
There is the trail, a dark root
Silent trees stand sentry
Tred softly like deer
Sight in the still dark night