Hi friends, I was off camping in the desert for a few days, then travelled to the glorious little town of Salida for a reading, and finally back home … here are a few small poems from the last few days …
hell’s backbone grill—
the mouth begins to thrill
from two-hundred ten miles away
*
in the slot canyon—
knowing myself as water
moving through these walls
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wind storm in the desert—
even my thoughts
fill with sand
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this revolving door—
certainty, uncertainty, certainty
uncertainty
*
she sweeps the leaves
from the walk—
red carpet in reverse
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waking in a blizzard
while in my ears, my scalp
still red sand
I stayed at Boulder Mountain Lodge years ago and loved Hell’s Backbone Grill (as well as Jen and Blake, who run it). Your imagery brings back so many memories. Sedona has always been special to me, but the hoodoos in Bryce Canyon are even more spectacular.
It’s one of the best places on the planet to find yourself!