A close heaven, fireflies,
A quickening storm,
Rivers and waters roil
Scattering across lakes
Up toward the Maritimes
Down along the Missouri
To the Mississippi and the Gulf
It’s not as green out there
Past Ogallala and Arapahoe,
Brown down toward Durango
He says, idling in the conversation
I do recall, I say, and
Peblo. I like to say it that way.
I am of the land and dirt
Seeking water in arid landscape
As I seek footing in stars
I see in this gift of life
That change waters the landscape.
In the west the thunder grumbles
I feel the shift of wind
I don’t need a weather alert
To move inside,
The rain serious now.
In a bit less rain, we watch
Heat lightning as it lights
The west again,
A western sky
In beckon:
Come, now, it calls.
Time for you to go.
