Is Tarah

Skies Rock

A night tent side-flapped
By a bush breeze in the lap
Of the Sierras at Dunlap…
Plays to two men and a film crew,
Words filling the valley with life-brew –
‘Breathe, breathe in the air…
Long you live, high you fly…’

Tired out, driving from south Bay…
The reclining minds, imbibe the dark beer
Of sound which a heady thermal forms…
Rising to a watchful ridge,
Serrating the sky at 5000 feet.

Turned birds by next morning,
The two men clasping delta wings,
With parrot green and goose down coloring,
Drive to the edge of the ridge
And catch surging winds.

Etching grooves in the sun,
For the duration of a classic album,
The two men give the camera
Reels of memorial ephemera,
While below rabbits run,
Digging a hole… then another one!

– Bolbul