Lone joshua near Wilsona

The wind, the tiny parasites that bend the limbs, the sun’s heat and the moon that guides the moth to pollinate it…all create the miracle of the Joshua Tree.


— WayneSl, 1988

Kite straining upward.

Cut the string to set it free.

It rushes to earth.



Mountain Wave

Night Sky from Kenwood Court

The Calming of the Day

Waynesl 2013

From the roof I can see farther
and feel the restless night breeze
searching my limbs and hair.
No sign of the fires to westward
to windward
A wayward lock across my eyes soon gone
A few stars and the moon halfway to the hills
ignore the smoke dissipating.
This air has cooled and yet
continues rushing here and there exploring
catlike sniffing all my intimate simplicity
and I don’t mind.
It means no harm and I have naught to hide.
Tomorrow has a sun and a wind of different temper
but now I feel the roof on my feet
the gust in my hair and peace run through me like rivers
the standing wave pausing at my side.