The following poem was published in the Amaterra journal, in the late eighties when I was still in the Southwest. The journal is gone, but the very worthy organization is still active (http://amaterra.org/).
clouds everywhere are the same: all different.
the situation, the place: i am as they are.
show me the rainbow without the sun
without the rain without my eyes
of course. saw moonbows in the utah desert.
ah yes. that’s strange and wonderful country
the strongholds of browns —
cliffs rivers sands
people in earth-houses: all different.
