Because I call you, wind strips trees
of little limbs they did not need.
The streambed tilts a muddy ear
and I pour words into its drain, the cup-
shape someone’s heel dug filling up
as if with rain. Because I call us
together, the mountain blushes. A curtain
parts, dissolves into rags of steam. Sun
and clouds pattern fields with roving
spotlights. Because I call you, power
thrums the ground. Now is the hour,
gilded, grand. I call this dazzle ours.