Memory as the Moon

(Water Colour by David Chorlton)

The moon was once a cactus flower
opening in the sky. Its scented light
turned deserts blue, and arroyos tasted
of monsoon. Water sang
the long slope down
from stars to basins hollowed out
by passing time
in stone where every jaguar
who found water left
its reflection floating. And through
the pine-oak shadows
on a mountain pulling free
of gravity the free-tailed bats
flowed fast as memory
sliding down a lightning flash
with every last bone shining
through the skin stretched
on its wings.

David Chorlton looks forward to getting back into the nearby desert park as springtime progresses. That park proved interesting enough to him to base a short book of poems and paintings last year, The Inner Mountain (published by Cholla Needles in Joshua Tree, CA). The coyotes come down to the streets in his neighborhood and move with style! Read other articles by David.