Large Impersonal Forces

A child is valuable in a car
to a crying woman
whose tears require
little response

like a low horizon filled
with mounding clouds

their suggestion of
somewhere else

capable of stirring longing
while teaching distance

so much is vapor
a high wind can shift

movement darkly insubstantial
above flat land where scrub
mesquite claws

the thing waited for
skin prickling under a cloud’s

cool and imperceptible
journeying, rain’s
concluding arrows