The Prologue's End

The coulee calls one down the ridge

And the sunrise fills it up with gold

The mule deer watch and wait

And the new valley’s edge beckons

What waits for me upon the other side?

Here in these brutalist walls

Enmeshed in fluorescent light

I build upon myself and wait

With minds united and diverse

I slag through texts and pages

The digital blue-glow lights the way

And acrimonious groups parse opaque instructions

Filling the valley with fog

Here at the prologue’s culmination

I emerge from the fog-thick vale

And see three more ahead

And beyond

The glowing plain

This is, after all, just the prologue