.
my beloved land,
grass thick as beaver
pelt, light rolling across it,
licking the sky …
.
oh
yes, clouds the very
breath of space and earth
muttering east, rubbing against blue
so blue my bones ache …
.
oh
my beloved land.
bury my now terrified
heart. when this war is gone
drink down this blood.
.
how will we each live with each
other then,
ashamed?
.
Coyote skitters between
sagebrush and bright blooming rabbitbrush,
rides beside cracked playa beds
where clay sleeps.
Coyote’s paws are talking,
talking as he walks
right on top of desert floors.
Rabbits huddle close
to themselves, stars of earth surface,
dry land between cacti shifts
while coyote
passes.
.
Map tracks turn
and gather,
leaving little whispers.
I went this way.
I went there.
.
Dusk is watching,
shredding light with early stars,
following coyote west.
.
orphan poems