Night:
Sangre de Cristo Mountains
by
Doris Lynch
Here.
Now. Not above
but
mated to earth
through
journeys of clarified
light.
The Navajo etched
crosses
onto rock walls
in
Canyon de Chelly
to
mark the placement
of
stars. Tonight I watch
one
fall. It skips across
Heaven’s
meadows, close
enough
to grasp with my hand,
close
enough so that God’s fiery
hair
singes my head, my heart.
Doris
Lynch has recent work in Tipton Poetry Review, Frogpond, Haibun
Today, and Flying Island. In 2017, she won the Genjuan International
Haibun contest.