When our eyes see two

Your age is
about half of
what you think,
a pack of coyotes
set out across
barren desert
beyond the lavender haze
of distant mountains,
howling from failing
on their hunt,
led off course
by a mid-winter storm.
Harsh elements
conflate Nature,
complicate our snowy
relationship,
tempered by anger,
by the shrill wind
of our raised voices.
If only we'd see
the impressions we leave
behind, backtrack,
and compromise.