I watch the city as it leaves over my shoulder
and I watch the moon and star follow
one another, the star circles the cusp of the moon.
Churches are resurrected off glossy faces in the mountains
I swim in an outside room, the small rooms grab you
I am in the vast mountains
floating myself in a pond to take leave
floating back to a rock sky
disturbances are counted in the number laps
back and forth, reaching my toes
like children throw pebbles into a brook
the ripples we have made eventually fade.
One wine with my dinner
I set my table alone
then drive around the mountains again
down a dark road in the evening.
There are such towns of people
where codes, law and peace
all abide between yellow houses
and gold hills
Their minds have sought and their children discovered.
I touch dusk just after it is black
and make a drawing to suffice myself.