big sky

Deep periwinkle rain-soaked skies
moan and turn over, restless,
like after a night of manifested cosmic impulses -
second or third, never the first.

Rosé-colored cotton candy clouds
come swirling by,
a mirror to the eddie, coaxed by your ore.

The valley breathes a sigh of warm air.
Gold glints off your bronzed chest.
Riverstones stack themselves in waiting.

For a time, nothing is said.
We rest in the knowing caress
that the cycle of things will, once again,
carry us down the river.