is the saddest phrase

to me

for eventually is a

long, long time

almost half the way

to never,

and never's just

the end of ever

but eventually

seems forever ...

A skeleton key

fog fits itself

to the terrace

of Marin ...

A Monday-colored

fog, freeing the

secrets of Sausalito

and San Quentin and

a padlocked soul ...

the tumblers fall

as quietly as

a halibut ignoring

the bait, and the

key hides itself

in the hills.

  Don Nivens

Something at Muir silences

even the steps of my watch ...

Something at Muir pours through

on a layer of sun that sounds

like the sea praying ...

Something at Muir softens even the

fall of a branch, and the birdsounds

do not fall at all ...

Something at Muir makes my

words too thin to cover my heart ...

Something ... there is the ...

Something

that follows prayer ...