remembering marc’s elk skull on stick
how it was the only marker
on the way to his
hermit hole
I put up two solar lights
along the steep trail
to the shack
to light the way
through darkness
of salmonberry thicket
but darkness comes to this land
for only two hours a day now
and who would seek out
this place
where I build temples
and speaking images
with my hand and an inkslinger
at such an hour?
Jonas Lamb 