Distant Memories Grow Silent
I rose to greet the dawn,
the silence overwhelmed me.
Barely a whisper from the wind blowing.
far away mufflers blared for the morning commute.
Far and no roads between us,
i can see the headlights across the desert like fragments of a dream,
but in the other direction is everything else,
nothing to it.
Shades glowing in the moonlight,
purple green yellow blue.
The colors of the rainbow, painted by the hand of nature
mystical portraits,
the landscape continues for miles,
many miles with no haze
no fog removed the distant shadows,
mesas framed by sunlight peeking through the horizon.
I listened,
quiet rhythm,
a silent rumble grew as i walked,
sun barely heating the ground, air crisp and gentle..
alive and fragrant of spring.
Renewed to bring a new year,
a new day rose as I recognized the water,
faraway river cried its existence,
rumbling in the distance
churning away sand,
kaliche peeled back over eons,
nine hundred years since the volcanoes broke open.
900 years to carve away at the root,
covered once, how many times rebuilt,
always flowing, carving..
turning to steam and continuing.