THE BLUE LIGHT
Where were you as the light descended & do you
Believe still it was the far western face of the Sierras
In a spring meadow off Tollhouse Road as you drove
Down to the valley & were you living still at the ranch
Or had you left already for the Mendocino coast wearing
The braided leather belt I’d made for you that last spring
Together I hope you were driving the old green GMC
Panel truck we’d used at the bakery for our deliveries
I heard you wrote your sister you hoped soon you might
Marry the angel Gabriel now your spirit was a blue lamb
I think your heart was helpless to such music even if you
Could recall kneeling to plant those indigo iris by the path
To our cabin yet light brings so many inflections of beauty
Wasn’t there anything at all you mourned of the leaving?
