The great blue sky, expansive here
Like nowhere.
Billowing clouds, travelers,
Shake yellow flowers,
And comb green grass
Across bosomy hills.
.
Silence will not fall here,
Held back,
Until summer evenings,
When this landscape sparkles in memories.
.
The road here,
Part gravel and slop and long,
Gives way to the people:
An elderly couple,
Easy and rehearsed in their manners,
Anchored by a faded travel trailer,
Rounded and rehearsed in its place,
Matched by cows and sagebrush
in this brief, bright visit
To the thread of a stream,
Where small fish still hold,
Messengers from other times.
Shaken Rain 