You take me into deep ocean off Baltra Island.
Ghost white sharks glide in circles below.
Penguin, turtle, iguana all swim these waters.

We climb Waterpocket Fold, Mt. Reynold’s summit,
iridescent blue butterflies thread Capulin Creek,
caribou herds and wolf traverse glacial curves.

In canyon maze, we trace subtle depressions,
seek the next pool. Before owl and nighthawk
whirl night, we make our bed in folds of stone.

One night in Big Bend a ringtail ate
persimmons in the tree over your bed.
You approve of disturbance, this desert.

A diviner wandering this dry earth with you,
I drop doubt into the gap to hear the umber tone
thrown up from the bottom.