In this photo
three friends form a human pyramid.
Two kneel for the third; all smile for the fourth
who holds the camera and the horses.
The background shows
the blue Wyoming sky, a wisp of cirrus clouds,
mares’ tails, over golden grass, gray sage
and far-off mountains, vague as an illusion.
I study it,
bring back one sunny winter day,
riding across prairie through that sweet sage,
our horses warm beneath us,
a rhythm easy as our talk and laughter.
Most, I remember
riding home, how we watched the falling sunlight
touch each of us briefly, then move on to caress
every worldly thing so that it glowed in beauty
for one moment before the dark.