--for the Kanes
The Oat Hill Mine Trail is the most northerly stretch
of the Bay Area Ridge Trail, rising some two thousand feet
above Napa Valley, sandstone bedrock
finally giving way to fantasia formations
of lichen covered lava.
The rooster in the yard across from the trailhead
sends me off, greets my return.
Along the trail, oak and fir, tight white flower buds
drape the madrone, and the summit crackles
mid-afternoon ice—no other face
anywhere up here—inessentials
tend to drop away
in air like this, in this kind
of space—what better place then, to let go
another fully lived year, give it backto that great love affair called friendship.