Can you read a topographic map?I can’t. But I found myselfat what had to beSoutheast Corner Spring:mouth of a pipe,curved sheets of galvanized metal,hooves imprinted in the mud.Painted Canyon and the Visitor Center must bejust over that ridge,or the next,or the next. Read More in Poetry

Whose need shapedthis space, placed ithere. Whose prayerframed the field,season and hour.Who remainsto trace the fence-line,breathe the light,harvest the shadows. Read More in Poetry