Leaving New Mexico at Midnight

I saw

A snake sluicing
Wrapping up a dark hill
Under a moon piercing back down through
On to land shining in width
And fog like cats, so Carlos says,
Yawning up the blurry road

and I remembered
coming home this way before

Leaving Home

Blessings for the long road,
Blessings for the skies,
Blessings for the straight winds, for well-aimed thoughts,
Blessings for the dreams we will have in beds that are not our own.
Blessings for the going.
Yes, for the going.