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| Arch Angel Stone spirit | their great curves rising out of her back, as though her grandeur proceeded from her self.. I hadn't considered her pain-- her feet are trapped in the bluff; she eats salt to match my bitterness; the sting of sand always burns her eyes. Layers crumble, year by year, from her lips She speaks to me, and this is her voice: The world is harsh, I will wrestle my angel, free |   |
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| Why I Am A Witch Because each October the maple in the field Takes fire and I stand to watch it burn. Because sun strikes the far slope Until the aspens rise, smoky gold. Because of the edge of the crag. Because stars hide themselves in the sharp blue, Waiting. Because I can name things and know They will change. Because the light Won't always be there and because Nothing should hurt that much. |  |
  | Lessons of Erosion To hike to the spires, you climb Over two hundred million years, Language and breath your sacrifice. This is no temple. Everything growing On red stone you cross, broken And deep, twists against light. Splayed and shredded juniper trunks Show you to adapt, so you match Your stride to the scars That split rock, the path rain Took down the stone face Into the wash. There is no water, Just its memory: a gouge In the escarpment, dry bed below. Ripples over sand become stone, Stone ripples broken like shards. More ruin waits for weather-- Cloudburst, blizzard, ice. As you walk in this high, hot air, Sun sears color into cliffs, and Breath comes dry from your mouth. Silken and lush in your body, a drum Full and tight, water throbbing Inside, you are learning The long version of silence. Few things are less personal Than how the land needs you, Saliva, blood, bile. |
| Things in the Night Sky First the deepening of elements we long for Like myth, forgiving experience into patterns We can scatter, random as stars. The call of a bird lifts its own coolness, Music like weep and few. Bats awaken, fly. The vast, hollow dome evening is becoming Reminds us we live on a planet and can endure Absence, where we're moving, Though not without incidents Of light. Intent, we study darkness To learn metaphors for light. We have always imposed ourselves Upon the sky. We say darkness grows Or gathers, as if it were a crop, Name planets for ourselves, our gods. And through the night, draw lines That aren't there, connect stars Into semblances we can survive--Lion, Hunter, Swan. But stars, immense, burn and burn And luminous galaxies spiral Beyond our planet's small noise. Their gravity would call us out. We are surrounded by ancient light We can't see, come millions of years Through space we can't recite. | 
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