Like the smallest barco, all angles and glass
this vessel of the land
moves them across rocky terrain
between rivers
through different stages of flood
and feeling
They sit and write
Lay and reach
Gazing out starboard windows
onto the deep green of cedar
They soak in light
smiling at the other’s smallest features
every line a new curiosity
from the day’s port of call
Through different layers of this singular universe…
late glowing pink, early orange,
sometimes every hue at once

High above the deep valley, to the west
their ocean as white stone
will never cease to refract every shade
for their adoration…
envelopment

February 28, 2024