Objet d’art

To wrap in ribbons this view of my life –
Across that bridge of sweet air
Standing in the ravines – all to find you.
A camera replaces your soft grey / green eyes –
Imperfect, synthetic light waves.

Of the burning hills, a still digging,
biting hard – with a covering of heaven.
The lines of sediment and precarious
edges – where angels touch down smooth.
A thunder caught in the canyons –
the music from the lyre of Orpheus.
Flecks of quartz, stars in the mud,
outnumbering any nighttime sky.
The trees and plants that cling to life
like mad dancers to their art.

Choose one rocky picture, only to know
This place forces you to be yourself.
In your asking, it would
Be easier for me to separate
My awe from confusion.