As if with intuition it would differ That mysteries defer to woods alone. Then listened to that road as to a river. A dull roar from the north, then a rumbling In the wind, dying in dry, hissing blasts.
Inspiration Is no less destructive than aggression, And aggression no less inspiring Than a poem.
The Pacific yields to the surging Bay, Meeting the Sierra aqueducts Emptying life from the Mokelumne To irrigate the spirit of the land. Jim Fisher is a San Francisco writer and metaphysical birdwatcher, currently working as a computer technician for the online magazine, Salon . Poems of his are forthcoming in Snowy Egret, Troubador and Processed World 2001.