I'm rock
But I'm not a rock star
Some people are called to play
Others called to listen

Dear deer in the Berkeley Hills
And in Carrboro
And on my night drive home
Dew drops glisten

Sometimes I think I'm near it
Mystery. Coincidence.
Sometimes I fear it
Dread annihilation

In my solitude
Flickers of memory
Fire and cedarsmoke
Silent meditation

        Bipolar elevation