This is a valley of farms in the arms of two rivers,
a greened island of mountain shale
that wind brought to gather for an epoch
on a deep pool of salt.
It is a south-shifting valley
where bedrock bends and sandstone bleeds salt,
where rain drives currents through narrows
that clear their windy throats to the valley.
All this is known to the horses grazing
in the rabbitbrush and sage,
in the shade where the lazy apples fall.
And the musicians keep time, but only in passing.