The Moon Over Maricopa
The moon over Maricopa
Is a carved heart,
Or one
Caught in progress
The paring knife checked,
As if in doubt with what s
Been done so far.
I ve traveled this route before,
Seen the same desert lights
Of the far Walapai farms dangle just
Out of human reach,
The horizon always imagined,
Never where you think it will be.
In this corridor of light
On the highway north
Of Tucson
You sleep beside me,
Your own darkness recently shorn.
I forget the magician s name
Or why it had to be
Though I see how your lips
Easily recall his name as you dream.
I watch the moon over Maricopa.
There is blood light everywhere we turn.