Weekly Poem: 'Alone in Hell's Canyon'

**By Michael McGriff**
Out here in the desert
I smell smoke from a fire someone made
thinking he had the exclusive company
of the wildflowers
that bloom every hundred years.

Perhaps he too awakened last night
to the noise of a grand floating hall
where an entire people
was celebrating.

One person had the job
of tending thousands of chandelier candles.

I listened to him drag his ladder
from one to another, hour after hour.




Michael McGriff's books include ["Home Burial,"](https://www.coppercanyonpress.org/pages/browse/book.asp?bg=%7BB0D682D6-BF06-4907-B10F-B2A555027A69%7D) "Dismantling the Hills," "To Build My Shadow a Fire: The Poetry and Translations of David Wevill" and a co-translation of [Tomas Transtromer](http://www.pbs.org/newshour/art/blog/2011/10/swedish-poet-transtromer-awarded-nobel-prize-in-poetry.html)'s "The Sorrow Gondola." His poetry, translations, and essays have appeared in numerous publications, including American Poetry Review, Bookforum, Slate and The Believer. He has received a Lannan Literary Fellowship, a Stegner Fellowship and a National Endowment for the Arts Literary Fellowship. He is the founding editor of [Tavern Books](http://tavernbooks.com/), a publishing house devoted to poetry in translation and the revival of out-of-print books. He lives in Portland, Ore.