A door opens to another door,

the door to a window,

the window to an openness

that becomes total


Looking back into forgotten landscapes,

a cabin stands against thunder,

a hill pushes the horizon,

eyes follow a twisted dirt road


Looking out where north is not,

no stones bar the vastness,

no fences block the coyote,

no bolts hold back the crazed intruder:


Only the pure self

in a singular moment

between life and life

advancing in a warm bright light