Change!

I faced Westward tonight--
Taking wind-whispered starlight advice,
Watching pink and purple clouds burn out
And sizzle down into the distant
Red-rock desert,
Out of my deepest blue sky sight.
The new moon reminder: Let go!
Let go! illuminates my sorry Truth: that I
Cannot stop Loving you,
However much I'm wanting to
And so my feeble change instead avowed
To face only West or North for evermore
As long as Ever continues to include
The memory of you.

I will not miss the Southward view--
The horizon snowy mountains
Hold no beauty without the sight
Of you returning up that sloping
Gravel approaching drive. And East
Is worse: whence looking there, I whisper
Prayers upon the wind
And blow them toward the birds,
And send them echoing through canyons
Far off toward the Oceanside house
Where you sit, hearing my phrases
As you graciously lean in to kiss
Some other lover's
Deceptive puppet lips
Smiling back at you and leading
You to each and every nightly bed