The Wright Stuff
Love it or leave it, the Rednecks say.
And I’m all roots & getting redder. Here at Cloud Acre
looking South to Lone Cone.
Willow buds thick in the highway barrow ditch.
Late spring Asparagus & bottle blue Iris.
Each night listening for the arpeggio
tailfeather whistling of the Wilson Snipes
as they do the loop-to-loop.
Helping keep us Mosquito free
amid the irrigated wetlands of Maverick Draw.
In my own kept fields a volunteer orchard of summer
sour Cherry & 20-some fall varieties of heirloom seed
potatoes. Desiree. Ozette. Rose Finn Apple.
Winters it’s Sirius snapping at Orion's heel
on a rip across the milky night sky.
What better place to call home
than this high desert cloud mesa wrong turn
rippling of the continental plates
before they slap down
fanning towards the Coast?
Let others take the Plains. The Great Basin.
The indolent urban grids
where most our species thrives.
Give me raw rock. Mountains. Impossible cliffs.
Cedar. Piñon. Sage & the silvery blue Juniper.
Give me vistas free of rooflines.
Whole counties
without stoplights.
Give me sun in the window.
Water in the pond.
What works for the Wolf
works for me.
Food in the winter.
Range to roam in & miles & miles of
the more than human always wild.
