my dad says that whenever
he thinks of mount eden

when he’s away, he doesn’t
picture the magnificent

view of the santa clara valley
spreading out beneath our

house and the pinot noir
vineyard at night with all

the hundreds, the thousands
of lights and sometimes the

moon high above the outline
of the distant mountains. no,

he remembers the warm summer
evenings and driving out the

front gate on his atv to check
the irrigation pipes and the

setting sun reflecting off the
vines on mount chardonnay.

and the two oak trees just
standing there in the

shadows and the falling light.
and his heart – at peace.