Happy New Year, dear Ashley!
When the pen is loaded
the rodeo begins,
is that your horse
hopping over the hill?
Is that your wine-glass
shattered on the boulder,
your straw hat perched
on a saguaro,
how wise you are
to carry a desert
in your purse
so everywhere you go
you can at need or at will
suddenly have space,
huge space around you—
is that your slender hand
even now drawing the horizon?
—Robert Kelly