Voices on the Wind
Voices on Relaxation
by Larry Turner
There is a heart-stopping thrill
to see a glitter among the sand
and gravel in your pan
or from that likely-looking rock
youíve just struck in California
of 1849, Alaska some decades later
or perhaps somewhere on earth
Or so Iím told.
I donít much scramble up mountains
or wander deserts and tundra.
My taste runs more to Birkenstocks
than hiking boots.
But I have
that same heart-stopping thrill
at my window as gold collects
in my back yard at a tube
of thistle seed.