Ridgetop wind

You can see farther this time of year because there’s so much less to see.

ridgetop wind
speaking in the voice
of a raven

blue mountains

the dragon in my rock
will never hatch

letting my shadow
lead the way

these ancient mountains
my wobbly knees

the boundless sky

the pale green sugar
maples’ sun

a new cloud
almost in bloom

with its skunk cabbages
an empty airport

the angel of history’s
prosthetic wings

mountaintop field
feeding clouds

in January
only crows crow

without peaks
keep going