Looking through opaline glass to the Copper Canyon,
pulsations of rails beneath my feet. Sonoran desert landscape is spacious, an enigma in fir and pine, on wildflower cascades,
meters of crevasses held together by burnt sienna cobras,
marked silver at each writhing turn. Rapid water rushes tributaries,
swallowed whole by the sea’s hunger. Elements placed gingerly into the grip of red-veined fingertips, occasionally a rare, unexpected spasm, once again she regains her posture …
along weightless welkin slopes
tumbling, rich scenes
Process notes: I wrote this yesterday morning, and was rather surprised when we experienced an earthquake in the evening. It was a fairly good-sized one, 6.5. Its epicentre was in the south-western state of Guerrero and was 40 miles deep, felt by those of us living in Puebla, Mexico and Oaxaca.
I sat still watching the floors roll, pictures swaying on the walls, and when I stood up my equilibrium was off kilter. Not a pleasant feeling in the least.