
long before it was a river
valley, this was all carved
by ice and inevitability
but then it melted
and the damage
was later deemed
beautiful

long before it was a river
valley, this was all carved
by ice and inevitability
but then it melted
and the damage
was later deemed
beautiful
all fires are meditative, even forest fires
watching the burners I remember the year
the mountain burned, an Easten Kentucky town
flooded and the world did not end then, either
it’s all water now and fire:
the elements have finally taken me
governed by thermodynamics and pressure
I watch the wind and river traffic
in my dreams I feel the rocking of waves
the whole of this land ship not yet asunder
then, just like this one now
a short burst of summer rain, afternoon sun reflecting the birth and death
of a billion new galaxies: “The Devil’s Wife
done kicked him out da bed.”