LETTER TO EMILY D.
You would have liked it here. The sun flares colors
clear as the sea-floor. The Navajo
make tracks circled in clay so sharp, so
clean - bladework of feathers, aloes, arrows...
And then, the Grand Canyon resembles you -
the Colorado scribbling a planet down
through dry spectral layers to the wet
blood-red and prehistoric marrow.
For Scripture precedes history - your insight
precedes Scripture - April's alpha and omega
purl playfully from your soul-saga.
Who finds you meets a palm-tree full of light.
...I wrote this (belated) valentine to her also, a few years ago :