Imagine a life so complete
that sunlight
            turned to water
and then to smoke:

            Where did this come from?
everyone asked, scanning and turning in circles,
            tracing the veins of the canyon,
            exploring the jagged ridges,
even closing the Interstate.

One thing’s for sure —
                    It’s big.

It has to be
            to twist this deep
inside our skin
        and turn our dreams back
            right side out
again after all these years
               someone tried to explain.

         And east of there,
the snowpack began to melt,
            ran down the slopes of the Tetons,
meandered through meadows of lupine
            and into the Snake,

where the sunlight turned to water
            and then to smoke
and the sky
               was a shimmering opal
            but nobody knew.


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