“The Wild Crown”
by Obi Kaufmann

You’ve arrived –
up here, in the thin light
against the glaciers –
our secret stores
our secret names
all driven in silence
all knowingly spread by ancient wind
split unbroken in a mountain house
my mountain house,
my original territory…
the birth of breath –
give my hawks their eyes!
Give my copper its taste!
let me the light afforded by this range
and transform this glass camp
in the forgiving infinite home
it so deserves to be –
quiet and alone
at the foot of the sun.