
California
musing before the fall
The one of my romance
I dream my way into,
Land of my Spiritual Father,
Mother Center of my religion,
Pacific quaking land,
Will you embrace me?
Will I be able to lay down my sword
And take up my pen
On your beach in the sun?
Land of my temple,
State of my mind, state of art,
Will you afford me a daily life?
Might I come to grow in you
And you bear me into the bosom of the Divine?
A slightly different version of this poem appears in my collection Turtle Woman & Other Poems
Good faith questions and comments welcome!