On my camping trip over the fourth of July I was surprised to find a herd of cows on the climb up to our campground near  the small town of Republic   in eastern Washington state.The number 19 refers to the ear tag.

  Climbing to nearly 4000 feet and negotiating a winding heavily wooded road the bovines were an unexpected and entertaining surprise.

The Stone Lizard

The waterfalls are real. All night it rained
  On black rocks where eels
  Slither and cling for centuries
  Out there in the black hills.
  or the lizards in the poem of that name:
  Lizards are kin and can return to stone
  At will. Transfixing a shield
  Like a spear a lizard froze in the sun, a thing
  Of bronze, yet quick. See the dart of his tongue!


   excerpt ‘Rain’

  by David Campbell

Fly United

Margaret Atwood – Flying Inside Your Own Body


Your lungs fill & spread themselves,
wings of pink blood, and your bones
empty themselves and become hollow.
When you breathe in you’ll lift like a balloon
and your heart is light too & huge,
beating with pure joy, pure helium.
The sun’s white winds blow through you,
there’s nothing above you,
you see the earth now as an oval jewel,
radiant & seablue with love.
It’s only in dreams you can do this.
Waking, your heart is a shaken fist,
a fine dust clogs the air you breathe in;
the sun’s a hot copper weight pressing straight
down on the think pink rind of your skull.
It’s always the moment just before gunshot.
You try & try to rise but you cannot.