in memory of George Clark
the serenity of deep green hills in the near distance
the clarity and spaciousness of perfect blue sky
and the spirit like a lark ascending
sharp shaft of green and blue light
striking me between heart and navel
staggering me back, unable to breathe
and I remember one who must have seen
this same vision in a high Sierra meadow
filled with flower light when he cried,
guys, I could die right here—and then he did