rocky mountain poem
camped in sagebrush and ponderosa pine
we searched for prickly pear cactus before
laying our mats down for sleep
watched the big dipper rise over meteetsee creek.
my dreams were of weather and stone
early morning, dawn lifts
wet clouds from mountainsides
a lone horsepacker and her team descend steadily
bringing letters and food
you roam through canyons and dried-up washes
towards the north rim.
snake river gulch. sandstone walls.
sage, juniper, cholla,
ancient cave paint hints at wisdom lost.
your morning begins under fresh snow
still like windmills on a wyoming
snowfences stand as pineboard sentinels
waiting for winter storms.
i am halfway to you
riding through thunderheads
grey skies drip
the fire goes out
there is no place more lonely than this.
i am halfway to you
then you drift toward me like a sunwarmed log
and i am a turtle.
half awake your slumbering mumblings make no sense.
i hang on every tumbling word
hanging on until you drift off
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