In The High Country
from The Auroras
Some days I am happy to be no one The shifting grasses
In the May winds are miraculous enough As they ripple through the meadow of lupine
The field as iridescent as a Renaissance heaven & do you see that boy with his arms raised
Like one of Raphael's angels held within This hush & this pause & the sky's lapis expanse?
That boy is my son & I am his only father Even when I am no one