Elijah's eyes
cry for his children.
Young Elishas
struggle to overcome
the poisons,
unleashed on the earth
by former generations,
to stay alive
to create something better.

Karin, Amber, Desiree, Chris, Lori

now gone. (to the other side of the veil)
Aaron and Anna
fight for their lives.
While their families weep
in frustration.
Though not without hope.

Our spiritual father,
John/Elijah,
who left us his mantle,

The San Juaquin River

flows through my veins

becoming drier and slower,

but it flows through

my veins,

pumping into my heart,

crying for wild blue heron,

dragonfly and salmon,

who have lost their home,

like me,

their wild free home,

to the greed of

land developers and polititions.

Tiny Baby Shore Birds

Tiny Baby Shore Birds

Awkward ballet of

Young Blue Heron,

And baby ducks,

At River Mouth,

Tiny and fragile

Looking miniatures,

Like Menehunes,

Only seen by true eyes,

And pure heart.

Or by me,

With strong binoculars,

sitting on sand dune,

At River Mouth,

While their mothers

Search for food

By the se