Colorado

Between flutters fleeting I catch the sunrise

darkness pulls me in

white bedsheets rise

into the heat above

and squeeze me from their grip

I step into the morning wind

sit, listen as the strings play my fingers

binoculars watch

the cows, the trees, the birds

i sing in the swing

and read in the seat

and bother the drooling cows

i find a patch of sunlight and grass

and sit to watch the grazing beasts

i perch my thumb

upon her strings

and she plays me awake

the dawn of music

rises my mind

as I pluck the absent strings

the cows, they hear

and then they watch

and then they come to me

I play for the sacred beasts,

and they sing for me

with their chests pressed against the wire fence

blood of ruby pink

against their cloaks black and white

their eyes, they hold worlds

unknown to me.