Desert Denouement

One valley over black clouds call up
north wind antics, we race them
heightened, my horse knows
every rock and rattle with a
familial inflection recognizable
to no one but me.
Clouds drive themselves to
memoir using I and us to describe
their significance, or metaphysics
to fade their irrevocable finale.
I attend their conspiracy of death,
recommend the event, oblivious
to my preconception of jumpy thunder.
Even so, clouds smash the pinnacle, the cave.
It’s mostly philosophical, this lightening explosion.