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