a huge moon held us
I remember Navajo lands
echoing, re-echoing
night horses neighing, answering
the land's music taking my bones
...................
enforced monuments
great massifs leaning, reaching
night horses calling
we cooked chicken with wine
our campfire — just passing through
....................
the day, dusty August
unfolded burning hunger
then night, the chanted hunt
the desert singing again, coyotes
call out the howl of shooting stars
....................
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
I remember Navajo lands
echoing, re-echoing
night horses neighing, answering
the land's music taking my bones
...................
enforced monuments
great massifs leaning, reaching
night horses calling
we cooked chicken with wine
our campfire — just passing through
....................
the day, dusty August
unfolded burning hunger
then night, the chanted hunt
the desert singing again, coyotes
call out the howl of shooting stars
....................
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
Wow, Lorna, this is exquisitely beautiful. "Under the owl's wing, my memory rides the night horses". What a spectacularly evocative poem.
ReplyDeleteI care too. Howl we all care.
ReplyDeleteHey you...caring - it's sort of rough. But, there we are. Not much choice.
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