Garin Hay

    The Far Range, Peñasco after Afton Love    https://aftonlove.com/artwork/4271134-The-Far-Range-Pe-asco.html       Rippling rock billows from graphite brushed   meld to sheer paper by bees’ wax            this butte draws in and blurs                     to soft erasures, ghost-smudge dappled shadowed   solid refracting,      shifting shade-and-light cloud marbled in surface   blown eon bodies           eroded, molded by sky                hand-magnified dust-in-shape   flow-flash of stone                    ...

    who beckons from your god-pathed sky?   whose oak's slow splay of black lightning sky-whirled branches holding up a world?   who will be warmed by this fire you tend            hidden bare flame that is naked gods?   who saturates your sunset?   this earth must be loved for it to ripen us our skin taught with the outwardness of our wishes   whose fingers through your pale fields and living streams lips to every wet petal of your red poppies every rush and wind’s caress of your voice every gasp taken in sun’s light made soft touch?   who shall tread with you in sun’s steps?