California Hot Springs
Above
Crisp winter air holds us together
The season shows trees as nettles
Moss cushions footsteps
Inside
Fire built and burnt
Silent chores whisper
On stocking feet
Within
I am Chaos
Unfocused as the smoke
On a firm breeze
On high
Prayer and petition
For release from my thoughts
To be still
Below
I calm and settle
No longer using
The past as a yardstick
Outside
Moments come, moments go
Perhaps I can find a little outside
Inside.