Saturday, January 19, 2013

Night Horses

a huge moon held us
I remember Navajo lands

echoing, re-echoing

night horses neighing, answering
the land's music taking my bones

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enforced monuments
great massifs leaning, reaching

night horses calling

we cooked chicken with wine
our campfire — just passing through

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the day, dusty August
unfolded burning hunger

then night, the chanted hunt

the desert singing again, coyotes
call out the howl of shooting stars

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under the owl's wing
my memory rides the night horses

the moon won't care

living, dying, the tides still flow
but I care, oh, I care

3 comments:

  1. Wow, Lorna, this is exquisitely beautiful. "Under the owl's wing, my memory rides the night horses". What a spectacularly evocative poem.

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  2. I care too. Howl we all care.

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    1. Hey you...caring - it's sort of rough. But, there we are. Not much choice.

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