Mountain Light
The Beautiful Changes
Wilbur
Each morning sunlight scrolls down peaks
to the flat valley floor.
Just as each instant light climbing down´s
what wasn´t there before--a rubble of rock
becoming a smooth escarpment--
So each day´s recanting. What yesterday was
a blackened ravine, this morning´s
a green gorge, glintings of a stream far below.
Under sunlight´s realignment a small dent pocked
in shadow becomes a park filled with fern
and their only just-this-day´s latticing of shade, until
Cultivated valley light tracks
the ordered rows of apple trees and plotted wheat,
the coaxed-green march of corn,
where day will resolve itself finite and complete.
Alamos, Mexico
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