from an evolving collection entitled Sun Lake Moon

End of another week.

Solid-heeled in our walking.

Yet there is a fatigue

only resting-deep can remedy.


as mountains after rain

before the song of fog sets in.

We step out the door

with all the invisible ‘ride-alongs’

who travel with us.

We fan out

scramble over rocks

hunt a soul-filled place

to sit with the half-moon.

To outside eyes you appear

as a solitary walker of green hills.

But the Immortals know you

and see you


digging deep

until you hit

that hidden spring

that’s waiting

inside you.

(c) 2018 / Frank LaRue Owen /

sound: Navigating the Flow / Endless River / Roy Mattson