Locus Pocus (Bighorns to the West)

The Bighorns beyond are more complicated. Binoculars pick up a slightly hazy, heat-linked field of pine and non-pine, vague Cezanne-like color folds, shadow creases and dark canyon cuts, streaks and swirls of granite, snowfields. A diagonal slash of white rock—or is it smoke? From this summary distance the Bighorns stand clearly as a range, an entity unto itself whose details must be left to the imagination: a poet/hermit up there somewhere beneath a cool pine, gazing off thisaway, liftin…