Tuesday, September 14, 2010

orion no. 4

orion no. 4

when I stepped down from the bus
trailing endlessly into the night
the outermost edge of the sun’s resurrection lit into my mind
& I spoke plainly to the desert bush & the lonesome crow
I spoke plainly to the outer rims of the universe
& saw plainly the path set before me

1 comment:

  1. Love this one! I dig the conversation with the desert, the lonesome crow and the universe. It speaks of the "West" so strongly to me. A lone soul escaping the trappings of complicated life. I really like this. Love the picture, the edits. It's as if Enochwolf's face is staring into that great path.