Here I combined images from a solo road trip during which I visited my parents and sister in Northern California in the spring of 1987. This combination of landscape elements exists only in my mind but depicts a place I have visited often.
I remember learning as a child that all rivers were heading to the ocean and that at the ocean the water somehow rose into the sky to form clouds which rained into the rivers. A few years ago, in the fall, I was sitting alone beside Nooksack Falls in the North Cascade Mountains and remembered about that cycle and began to write the following poem:
FALL 2002 POEM
I carried myself to the mountains
Though the ocean wasn’t there
I carried the ocean to the mountains
Though the ocean wasn’t there
I carried God to the mountains
Though God wasn’t there
God carried me to the mountains
Though I wasn’t there
God carried God to God
Though God wasn’t there
