Knox City

I am passing his hometown

(a boy born under a flat sky)

going around it by miles

not through it

just as I did when we met.

Between the horizons

I saw a man standing

in the sideways blush of evening light.

Clouds blooming above him

I saw he was standing

like lightning

nailed to a field.

We looked at each other

and our eyes were open bowls ready to pour

and there were many words

and no words

and I went around him like one does a storm.

Now our eyes are like shadows.

Words rumbles away in the distance unsaid and I am driving into twilight.

I see the sky is the same color as the rocks on the canyon wall.

It is heavy with rain

and so is the ground

and so am I.