I had seen it all at Farallones

Painted wallpaper tree

Strip by strip so brilliant

With goldenrod and brightest green

What a lucky thing

To see with such ease

What you’ve never seen

And to hold a real delight

In your hand, there’s nature

A whole other world away

And that’s what’s rising up now

Straight man is dying

And I only miss the idea

In truth I’m a bad mourner

Knowing that I should

But really just wanting to rest

And perhaps that is why

I’m starting a season of stay

God is being mindful of me

And what glee

To be a new thing

Newly newly seen