The Movement at Evening

The cloud is cottony huge,
Like something Miyazaki
Would draw over windblown hills.

This is not the time to write
About grand ordinary
Actions in the local skies,

Not the era for verses
Observing clouds and grasses,
But what a handsome mountain

Of evening, en promenade
Over Navajo sandstone,
Arising and departing

As simultaneously
As any righteous movement.