The Sand Hill Review http://www.stanford.edu/~sandhill Spring 2004
Beginning in mid-summer,
walnuts thick and green,
cannonballs exploding in silver
blue pools, splashing pavement,
evaporating shimmering sizzle.
What it was wasn’t entirely
clear
though there were indications,
as when, after a shower in the
afternoon, lying on clean cool sheets,
fan blowing its delta breeze
from the ocean at this lower
elevation, nothing found wrong
with anything coming in from
the bubbling tar parking lot
through automatic doors hitting
the solid ice wall polar blast.
Looking up from absorbing
lessons opened on the coffee table,
looking out the window to see that time
has passed much more quickly
than anticipated, snow avalanching
from the entry roof, floating down
in big leafy feathers down quilting
the mountain valley where we have just arrived
at the end of orange October.
David Humphreys