THE BURIAL

The red in the Sangre de Cristo mountains,

the green of the piñon pine,

the blue of the epic azure skies,

look on

as their colors

enter the desert earth
as a tension laid to rest.

A ceremony's complete.

I exhale

a time zone away.

A breeze off the Pacific

breathes with me.

My new, untethered life begins

as the one sun sets twice,

an hour apart, 

signaling in twin futures

like hellos shared between brothers

from different mother's.