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Night: Sangre de Cristo Mountains, a poem by Doris Lynch

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.