Dusk Beyond Measure

Spectral, the clouds spinning wraiths/
Sea creatures/
bottom feeders/
knots in the wood of clouds/
4 directions of immensity/
wind in curls/
clouds in curves/
the desert floats in the universe/
mountains kissed by lavender dragonfly wings/
soft clay underfoot/
humps of snow/
roads weakened by sun/
a blue over layers of cloud, silk lit, smoothed, singing blue/
a dog barks toward the mouth of the Rio Grande Valley/
the pregnant woman sleeps in the wind/
Two Peaks puckers/
a diesel truck chugs slowly in the mud/
no voices/
the sage jiggles/
Radiohead plays in my house behind tall windows of watery glass set into mud walls/
I am ringed by mountains, let out of the house to make love to these trembling layers of life/
I know you, I know you/
that lone tree on the wasted hill in Scotland, barren black rocks where sound is carried by the wind/
it is windy and getting colder/
the river is jade and frothy, blond grasses are exposed early while the snow piles deeper in the mountains/
nobody braves the mud at the road's terminus/
deep ruts and a struggling car/
rock-to-rock with lime green lichens/

This past week on Devisadero, I smelled the sugary sap in the pinons, and the dark dirt beneath the snow. And yesterday, the ocean filled the air, brine, a softness around the sting. It's okay, it's okay. The fiddler is making her way. It's different than last year. I know her and she will teach me. I hear laments from the desert, but the snow isn't as deep, the melting not as dramatic. I don't think the roofs are leaking. I don't know if we need a band?