upper photograph by John Loengard, 1966
lower photograph by Alfred Stieglitz, 1924

For Georgia

Lines map your face,
and eyes like blue stars
set my compass
to your north,
pull me,
as you follow coyote
to trick him,
make your own image
his mirror.

You fill my world with color,
shape it,
scrubbed clean
in your own truth,
with courage,
steady, certain,
lodestone of my own desire
to show how light and shadow fall
across my world,
according to my dreams.
Listen! Coyote howls a lonely song,
yet looks for me
in his own night sky.