everything that lives moves . . .

everything that lives moves . . .

Saturday, April 25, 2020

Route 66
Cuervo, New Mexico

“Here is the world of wolves and bears and of old, instinctive being, so noble and indifferent as to be remote to human knowing.  The scales upon which we seek a balance measure only a divide.”

            ~from the poem “Division” by N. Scott Momaday


A Love Supreme

Dog’s collar, bleached white bones
Icons of yarn and nip and paperback strips
Stuck in the sweetgrass
The Taos sky a windblown gray

Penitente heart, penitente wind
Crying in the cottonwood grove
Disco dance under broken bourbon glass
Trinkets and tin and cellophane 
Spinning shards of silver light

High on the mountain her wind sings
As pine bough strings
Strumming
His colorless dreams
Nieves penitentes
Pointing icy fingers to the noonday sun
Solar radio hums
Sangre de Cristo

Old man river far below
Cold and low
Before it sings of spring

A magpie sings to her lover
Undercover willow canopy
Tail above nest

Water steams from a skinny-dipping spring
Singing “A Love Supreme”



“A Love Supreme” by John Coltrane:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=lHUapMTgWD0

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