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Paneranian Sheep, a Poem by Dale Driscoll

Paneranian Sheep

Golden-fleeced lamb bleats on the mesa,
Obbligato of wind and birdsong rises,
Sweeps down arroyos toward our sleep.
Love cannot know it is love until it separates.
Though we rest under brilliant serape,
Our bodies, skin on skin, as if one breath,
I followed the dance of hoof beats elsewhere.
I hear the lullaby of clouds again, and
What was, is once more, in softest dream.

Dale P. Driscoll
3 III 06
For Stephen

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