Cabazon

Bulging motion cauldron cloud of stone
Patchy layer of brief life paint
Boils against the swirl of mist
Caresses swift changes of sky
And seasons

Sleepy knuckle on the skull of earth
What do you ponder?

Promontory above the sweeping distance
Falling, sliding into basin of the eons
This flea of life across the flash of moment
Longs to feel your numbness
To the march of time
Your wisdom of silence

From Poems of the New Old West
Copyright 2002, Jack Purcell