Two-lane highway across New Mexico,
layered mountains and mesas,
seas of cactus and pinon
floating in filmy fog.
Alone and still
for the first time in days,
music conjures emotion.
Tears appear at the intersection
of how blessed I am
and how restless I can become.
releasing gentle flakes
onto frustrated travelers
standing in slush
waiting for shuttles
sharing phones and smiles
with frustrated travelers
stranded for hours
desperate for destinations
Lying on snow
dizzy with stars
we lost, then found
what it all means,
how we must live.
With all due respect,
I know you have a very important job,
and a very difficult job, I would imagine.
You’ve been working hard lately
and I would just like to suggest
that you take some time off, or at least
take your work elsewhere for a while.
I need time to replenish my well of tears,
time to mend my black veil.
I trust you will consider this request
and, in doing so, suspend any judgment
regarding my stubborn desire
for a shadowless joy.
the morning, the snow,
presence to unwrap
with each step forward
For the brave boys whose words amaze and surprise me…
Young voices gush into notebooks,
flooding pages with depth and meaning.
Whispers become louder,
turning into confident shouts
as they play around with words,
begin to trust their innate wisdom,
aware, for maybe the first time,
that they have something to say.
Sometimes their passion feels so fragile
I fear it will snap or shrink or retreat,
so I hold my breath
it will take root,
then sprout into the words
that will ignite their young hearts.
at this surly sky
to a sour state