Warp

A moment spent
is gone forever
but I wish
I could make it stretch
from yesterday
to tomorrow.

Twin Bridge

The wind
of a thousand years
blows through cobblestone

Young feet
chase young feet
over and over again.

When is this place
under the Twin Bridge?

it doesn't matter.

Time

I was once talking to a Ute,
In a valley of Ancients
and she took us to pictures
carved in the rock
chipped with stone
and colored with animal fat mixed with red ocher.

“These spirals represent the passing of time-
so the Hopi say”
and I looked
and wondered
is time spiraling out,
or in?
To eternity-
or to the end?

Stuck

I passed a car stuck in the snow today
I stopped to help.
It couldn't go forward
it couldn't go back.
The people were trapped.
Suspended by a column of frozen winter
mixed with gravel
It could have stayed there
until the pavement cracked with age
and once again camas sprouted.
And the hills rang no longer with plow and truck
the silence of thundering herds
the quite of a peaceful tree dying
The only rust in the red ochre smeared against a canyon wall.
I sigh
and push
and wish for simpler times.
Who ever got stuck in the snow walking?