Kaweah’s Fury

Flat outstretched upon a mound
Of earth I lie; I press my ear
Against its surface and I hear
Far off and deep, the measured sound
Of heart that beats within the ground.
And with it pounds in harmony
The swift, familiar heart in me.
They pulse as one, together swell,
Together fall; I cannot tell
My sound from earth’s, for I am part
Of rhythmic, universal heart.

By Jeff Lewis

Taken: August 29, 2012
Poem by Elizabeth Odell
Poem provided by CZ
Location: Sunset, Sequoia National Park