Watch the restless swallows come and go
on the power line to Tuscarora.
Some avian law explains the way
they leave precise space between each other.
Instinct decrees the distance between hawks
hunkered on poles beside the Midas Road.
Nature tells peregrine falcons not to nest
less than two miles from other raptors.
What of the ranchers who inhabit
the valley below? From an eagle’s view
soaring above the plain, distance makes sense.
That’s all the high desert land can sustain.
Still, a question remains. Does remoteness
breed a species disinclined to be near its kind?
The dust plume of a truck on a country road
shows the miles folks go to help each other.
Yet, not everyone is meant for this place.
Those who survive, stay sober, stay sane,
have willed their peace
with silence and with space.