Jefferson River
Moon haunted
Owl hunted
Iron-horse contoured
Limestone heighted
Sleet hissed
Sun seared
Elk hallowed
Wolf howled
Land waiting
For bison wallow
Moon haunted
Owl hunted
Iron-horse contoured
Limestone heighted
Sleet hissed
Sun seared
Elk hallowed
Wolf howled
Land waiting
For bison wallow
Spend anytime in the arid west walking over slick rock sandstone and stone prominences and you see them. Most of thetime they are dry. If you are shot of water they can be lifesavers as they hold water for days after a storm has passed. Potholes are relatively common. And
A badger crossed the road Where Wyoming touches Colorado The low-cropped sage Draws out across layered stone And touches the sky. Where the holes of oil wells Seem to outnumber the badger’s And I try and capture him With my camera As he scurries in the maze of
The sun is settling over the low hills, creosote and saguaros. The last of the purple light is escaping from the canyons of the mountains, transforming slowly to black while the weathered shoulders of the west-facing slopes pick up the last warm light before themselves dissolving in that strange
Lie in the forest A bright crackle of light Boom! Cannonading between mountains The pianississimo of first raindrops The bird-step pace increases Mind not discerning patterns Concentrate The smell of moistened earth Redolent of the taste of ocean-caught fish A taste-smell that is the living earth Perhaps