Year's first day beside the sea
New years day beside the East Sea
It is cold at dawn, placed on the steep hills overlooking
The still grey Korean surf
As the sun rises from the water skybound
A cool breeze stems across those cliffs
And daybreak lightens the horizon
Standing before the Sokkharam Budda,
Gazing in the new century first day.
Pause in the Mojave
Driving Barstow to Needles a poem begins, the traveler
Sits at the riverbank, long reeds pierce the sky, resting in water
Desert sun light bored into hard red rock.
A long journey behind, a long journey ahead
But now a pause to rest
Collect the fragments of a scattered mind.
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