Indian Peaks, Colorado

Upheaval's stone garden

all around. The grand slabs

tumbled among each other's arms.

 

As along Indian Peaks the craglines

darken to nothing but a twilight

of beautiful pain, I see creation begins

being endless up here: this last

paradise of first things.

 

Wind the only motion. My small fire,

the final tree. And, looking up,

the star nations.