258 PART THREE
Ready for a change, the elbows waited.
The hands gripped hard on the desert.As ever, attentiveness enlivens things seen and said: “its elbows tense.” A pant-
ing lizard knows no human designs, and eons separate it from us. A hope, a
change would connect those hands gripping the desert with a youthful nightlong
vision above the Cimarron River: “The earth was my home; I would never feel
lost while it held me.”