Just

Arting hermitwise in the Snoozy-time wildlands
Making it happen, where it might
In dusky philosophicals
There’s musics in the misted winds and window rains
Grated fires and overstrung piano and new season birdsongs.

There’s listenings around in peat hot gatherings
Poeticals sometimes, in pollen-misty footsteps
It’s a lifetime just improvising with friends
And radical counsel in monastic refuge

Up the lookout tower, by the reflection pools
Designings, drawings, assemblings, projects
Stones, limpets, burnt sticks, salted bones,
Collections, archives, note taking,
Scrunched up papers

Just painting the paintings
Photographing mysterious objects
Walking the old paths
Saying the old names
Finding the beautiful circles
Orcharding in the hermitry

Living an existence
Praying for something.