Mid-August at Sourdough Mountain Lookout


Down valley a smoke haze
Three days heat, after five days rain
Pitch glows on the fir-cones
Across rocks and meadows
Swarms of new flies.

I cannot remember things I once read
A few friends, but they are in cities.
Drinking cold snow-water from a tin cup
Looking down for miles
Through high still air.


Gary Snyder, No Nature: New and Selected Poems, Pantheon Books, 1992.