Kannon Zen Center Poetry Scroll III Four Poems by Roy Hamric Mountain Walking in Big Bend Insect dialogue has escaped The net of Rhetoric Protected still From human acquaintance. And the compass Stops. Dramas appear In the shadows On the faces Of mountains.
All shapes here Speak the Peace Of perfect form.
To the Mother of Waters To return from on high To fill the cracks Of phenomenal flux. As analogue to Sacred search And seizure. At the edge Of the rock Vast open space. Moon Over the 2300 Club Topless dancers inside. Outside, silver clouds playing Around with the full Moon.