Her undulating valley receives weather

Her undulating valley receives weather
from another hemisphere, prevailing winds
and altered tides, the consciousness of spheres
revolving. Her undulating valley receives

the light of the Moon, the Moon receives Sunlight
and reflects it back. The streams that carve out
the land, make mountains and lakes, the power
of the flowing water. I don't know the names

of the stations on the path, nor the way
to the beloved. Her unintelligible language
deceives me again, from another atmosphere

she seems an angel. I examine the aspects
of moving stars, the curvature of heaven
is a nearly incomprehensible situation.