The locusts were already there.

The locusts were already there.

Landscapes in Stone (Paisajes en Piedra).

Time in the Rocks (Tiempo en las piedras).

An Eocene Landscape.

Remember this.

Remember this
The clicking, intermittent,
of the electric heater,
the ringing of wind-chimes on the porch,
that have been ringing for days now,
like cowbells rung frantically over the dark plains.

Our house used to sit on the edge of town,
blank prairie, high-desert pressing in,

Here, I feel the wind outside,
through the steam of bath-water on the inside pane,
The window has frosted over, the streetlight shines like a star,
I am happy and round in candlelight,
unsure of the future,
set on a precipice, like an unknowing child.

(reading Colette, drinking rose cava, 3 candles lit (lux perpetua…)

I hear the wind chimes shrieking from my warm white single bed.