It is the color of light,
the shape of sound
high in the evergreens

It lies suspended in hills,
a blue line in a red sky

I am looking at sound

I am hearing the brightness
of high bluffs and almond trees

I am tasting the wilderness
of lakes, rivers, and streams

caught in an angle of song

I am remembering water
that glows in the dawn

the motion tumbled in earth,
life hidden in mounds.

I am dancing in a bright beam of light…

I am remembering love.