I’ve never been to Colorado in winter

So I can only imagine how the light turns

throughout the day

makes your eyes flow like ice,

bright with streams of sunblush,

throw glances off the calligraphy of aspens

the snow, the clouds floating on reflection

alone, then rise again with the moon

the same one I see

from the small lit square of my window at sea level

and only something higher, more experienced,

than mountains

knows how it is we are dimensions

apart, yet also together,

watching it all unfold.