Two Years In the Desert
Here, under the dead moon,
Under the twilight,
I write of my wife.
Where are you now,
Wearing robes of grandeur?
For you the synthesis
Of life and death
Has met at the juncture.
I see you all in white and looking on,
Waiting as at a bus stop
For someone to dismount,
While I, with a tear,
Remain and remember.
Somewhere in the cat’s cradle
A nexus is woven in silk.
Here in the desert of standing rocks
Every monolith is a monument.
The sun sank today,
And so did you sink
Beneath the sod.
It is a long night for me,
Held by gravity
To this flying rock
Like a sentinel on guard.
The nights are long with torment.
My night waits with a hood.
13 March 2015, City of Rocks, NM
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