Kinevan Ranch

          Up
        Into
      The high
    Meadow moonlight
We hiked,

Crossing hillsides
       And slanting down
              Sandstone ridges,

Straw grass tasseled
With foxtail & seed silver
In the bright albedo
Of that summer moon,

Moving slowly
In the shadow-world
       Of night-things:

          Up
        We climbed
      The steep
    Incline
Of worlds out of time,
Across fields of stars
      For flowers,

Sat quiet alone
In a moment that spanned
Ten thousand years

-San Marcos Pass, Santa Barbara