I study your face

Closely and carefully

Like a fox in the snow

Noiselessly watching the hare

As it grazes and gasps with

Every small noise.

Peering from behind

A slick granite rock.

Amber eyes catch a shard of sunlight

In the cornea

And scream in brief squeezing silence

Against the radiance of the golden hour,

Which only arrives

When it wants

It never leaves;

But rather dissipates.

Until the night

Has breathed her sultry, misty embrace

Onto the navy landscape

With sighing grays and shy greens

Flashing by in the window

As we fly down the Sierras at 60 mph.

Fog thick as cream cheese forgotten

In the back of the fridge,

You watch the road

Biting your cheeks.

Forbidding others to pass.

Somewhere else.

Watching unresolved business

Remain unresolved.