Poetry
Prose
Reading
MOUNTAIN VALLEY
as we come to darkness on the valley floor we see light
rocks deep as the sky
suddenly snap like a dangerous staircase
timid fingers bent toward the violent stars weep
turn us into cripples
or deceive our eyes
when light becomes a creature we are dead
these tiny squirming bodies
drill holes into us shining
moonlight falling as though spreadeagled
a city lying on a bed overgrown with illusion
reading a dark book its cover the ocean
its back the sound of wild animals’ hooves on mud
pitfalls when you think of it, are always underfoot
once distance has vanished we touch a bright red rivulet
wrinkled with stones exhibiting every terror that ever was