straw dry …drought crack
riverbed flakes skin…darkens
rain forced to fresh mud wash
skyed sparks stream static trace
north poled…arched by fingertips
and… moss gleams phosphorescent
geometric moonbeams drift listless
up and down and left and right,
scrape pockets in the night
islands slip their moorings…form
new continents of Latin mass for
chanting arid windsong
Bonnie Marshall
Artwork by Fred Williams