[An Orange Cat]

     An orange cat
                      in the chapel
                  breaks for the altar,
         is scooped into robes

   it’s the heart makes what you love
a textile                       for the winter 
	
	 in the night 
   the Chama canyon
    falls into itself
      rhythmical breathing
	 swaddled in stars

 	in the morning
      still asleep in the sagebrush—
         a newborn invitation 
              to cry         like a mountain lion