Bend In The River.
Flicker flies by, his ocher wing is tied to prayer sticks.
Pray for mountains, the cold, strong shelter.
Sun helps me see where Arkansas River ripples over pebbles.
Glacial stone move slowly, it will take a while.
A sand bank cuts sharply down to a poplar log
buried in damp sand.
Shadow lengths tell me it is afternoon.
There are tracks at river's edge,
raccoon, coyote, deer, crow, and now my own.
My sight follows the river upstream until it bends.
Beyond the bend is more river and soon the mountains
we shall arrive to see soon.