These crayons so thin, like my fingers get
long like shadows on the canyon walls
I roll the ring around in circles the silver lining of the clouds
spinning around and around
this thing of dreams this Rubix Cube
clicking this way and that
the ears of the fox twitching
as the clouds like giant white mice
race across the sky
The stones in the river, a thousand colors of a rainbow
get rounder and rounder as time passes them
wet, sweet and clear
I dip in my hand and drink
my long fingers hold the water
if I hold them tight together
and lift life to my mouth
I get on my belly and drink more
my knees are sore
I close my eyes
I have been painting pictures on the rocks
the caves and crannies of this world
In the colors I find the breadth of fire
and talk to the sky
in my own language
my fingers
this charred earth
makes lines
running my fingers across the walls of the cave
these crayons so thin
make a thick connection
to the other side
it pulls at my guts
