Sufficient

We misplaced our shadows in the night
as the house turned.

The dry creek bed filled with sky—
a wash punctuated

with thistle heads
softened with rabbit brush.

Weak things were swept away
by water impregnated with ash.

I stood above you.
Silent.

A being crouched slightly
then stretching the universe itself.

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