Sunrise at the edge
of Okanogan Valley
Tonasket hills
Omak mountain.

High desert plain,
dry golden brush,
violet painted sky
mirrored on a lake swept by two swans,
mirrored unto itself,
marking the water with a perfect quantum pattern.
Science magicians love to quantify,
and with good measure.

Reflect the reflected and thou shalt find oneself
standing in a mirror, peering at god.

The sky is a blanket of cotton clouds,
covering our arrival
as we breathe our first breathe,
lie screaming outside the womb
in a new.

The water ripples, our eyes blink.
Parallelogram,
parallel universe.
The trees are our lungs
and the earth our mother.