Tuolumne Meadows


So it begins
at the night camp,
the stars open the universe—
pine trees point the way,
the dark drapes blue taffeta,
we sleep on the earth,
above the sky turns
like a planetarium ceiling,
I hang on for the ride,
the air lifts my fingers,
no space between my skin and the sky,
my bones full of amber light
I leave the earth,
touch the green fire
of the northern lights.

By Barbara Meyer-Link

night sky stars with milky way over mountain

Author’s Note: My poem is about my mystical experience while camping in a gentle, dome-studded meadow in the eastern section of Yosemite National Park. While California does not have the Northern Lights, I flashed on the the Northern Lights I had seen many times while growing up in northern Montana.


Award-winning California author and poet, Barbara Link, has had three stories aired on KVPR, a National Public Radio Affiliate. Her poetry and fiction have appeared in numerous literary magazines and small presses. She also received the Sacramento State University Bazzanella Prize for fiction. Her memoir, Blue Shy, was published in 2010 and awarded first prize in the Sacramento Friends of the Library First Chapter contest. She co-authored Coffee and Ink, a handbook for writing groups and was a past editor of Sacramento’s Poetry Now. In addition, she was a poet/teacher for California Poets in the Schools for over fourteen years. Most recently, she was awarded second prize for poetry at the Mendocino Coast Writer’s – 2016.

Partial list of publications. American River Review, Poetry Now, Mindprint Review, Anima, Missouri Review, Women’s Compendium, Hardpan, Earth’s Daughter’s, (2014-2016) Whitefish Review, Dead Snakes, Noyo Review, Piker Press (on Dec 5, Dec 12)

Photo by Nimon Thong-uthai

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