Tuesday Night


I am floating

resting past the lighted hills

glancing in moments
of tranquility at the moon spread out
spacious across the bay

and I cast my lime-lights
down at my mother her surface
shifting mineral and metal

and we meet
bolt for bolt
glowing behind the curtain of my falling body


I have silver now

to match her flesh of water
and thunder to match her quaking

dissipating in the wind above her

rain taken by the Sierra my
uplift filled by the sinking

air of the ridge



--Avocet, 2006