The world resolves the core – the sky revolves its atmospheres
from blue to white to watermelon to night – coyotes inhale
their sleep, dreaming of bobcats lunging on rabbits –
the sabi of the tree is its deceiving bushness and asymmetry,
its crisp-rust smell of berry, leaves freshly toughbounded
covering the hidden folds of hills like country bedspreads
and cedar pollen blowing its dust over the dirt carpet of the plains –
tears of penance, choke of beauty, filaments of the lungs wheezing in the wind.
Napowrimo 2017: Write a Mary Oliver-esque nature poem...this one was fashioned after Oliver’s “At Black River” and “Beside the Waterfall.” New Mexico juniper: #finger-smooch.