Two Years In the Desert

Here, under the dead moon, Under the twilight, I write of my wife. Where are you now, Wearing robes of grandeur? For you the synthesis Of life and death Has met at the juncture. I see you all in white and looking on, Waiting as at a bus stop For someone to dismount, While I, with a tear, Remain and remember. Somewhere in the cat’s cradle A nexus is woven in silk. Here in the desert of standing rocks Every monolith is a monument. The sun sank today, And so did you sink Beneath the sod. It is a long night for me, Held by gravity To this flying rock Like a sentinel on guard. The nights are long with torment. My night waits with a hood. 13 March 2015, City of Rocks, NM