Saturday, May 22, 2010

Into the wilderness

Pronghorn, Kestral
ancient wind songs,
reaches of space into timelessness
a step back
into nowhere human
only ancient maps, births
Where the stars are brightest
and the sound of wind feathers through the merciless sunlight
into a shadow place
And if you sit quiet
you can hear a yucca pretending to be a snake
no silence there
everything talks
holding to the screech, heart, and golden creosote sweetness
whispering in the air
the hot, bright, endless air.
Then the stage rattles through, startling the wild things, stirring the thorns.
The end begins.