Shadow Mountain Speaks Over the Horizon

Waiting for the sky to swallow him
He walks slow over the skiffs
That bridge the Earth to others
Looking for the joinings

He’s a black line over my eye

He can move the sky like Atlas
Pitching the bowl
His yaw bends low over my sleep
Rolling the names out
Carpet pink wind

I approach him like a petitioner
Trying to read his face

Robin Wyatt Dunn was born in Wyoming in 1979. You can read more of his work at Read other articles by Robin.