Vistas

A few more days in this borrowed house
Within the sound of church bells
A few more days in this cradle of time
Beside the hopeful abused river
Brief time of accounting 
Before the new place is ours
That last place we dream of, dark ceilings
Fire undying on the hearth, walls filled 
With scenes of lost mountains
Disappeared querencias beside haunted rivers
Memories of owls sounding from the fir trees
Gardens of remembrance, the corn that reached the sky
But never yielded abundance
Great vista of sky, chasm of light
Mountains of rock and cloud
Snow covered peaks across the divide
Chasms of light, canyons of shadow 
Above dark trees
Distant views across ancient pueblos
Now covered with pinon and sunflowers
Arroyos filled with broken pots
Churches full of old bones
A new river, new city, new trees
Mountains of light unscalable
Music never ending , houses unalienable
Unalterable and unaging

Author: Duncan MacNae

Exiled Gael, scion of the Dust Bowl, dweller within Divine Grace, admirer of mountains, I have made my peace with trout and the starlings. Looking for a river and healing trees. duncanmacduncan5@gmail.com View all posts by Duncan MacNae