by Leonard M Hawkes

Once, I knew this
Restless gasp of Spring:
The Rush that whistled
In my hollow Heart
As it gushed on down
From the Canyon.

"Adam" we called it
In the Old Tongue,
"Adam," the Breath
Of Life: the promising
Movement from
The marginal Cold
Realities of now, to
The honest potential
Warmth of possibility.

"Adam, Adam, Adam,
Where art thou?"

L. M. Hawkes
Logan Canyon 25 March 04


Posted on 03/28/2004
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