“What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? / The world would split open.”
Poet Muriel Rukeyser

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Mountain High

The road traversed long, sometimes narrow
and steep. Oh! So very high up -
and, then - down. Winding along
through canyons of red and grey stone
with scraggly trees and shrubs.

Leaving my car behind,
for a bit of a hike, I wandered
along a well worn trail. Ancient land,
Indian land, land of migrating
wild cats and who knows what else.

Land that my father lives on.
Land that one day will be "mine"
or so he says in his trust.
Land that really belongs
to no one and yet, everyone.

Spring Green

Two weeks ago the Arizona sun
Powerful stark, hot blaze
even in April
Warmed my skin yet
chilled my soul.

Arizona. Beautiful cruel, open
skied, prickly thorns that rip raw,
skin and spirit - have
you watched the
news lately?

Now, it's fourteen days later, Midwest spring
Endless days of rain, clouds
wind and cold and yet,
warms my soul, here
spirit shines.

All around spring has bloomed: leaves and grass, green
flowers burst forth, lilacs!
Yes, lilacs. Stop and
take a moment -
breath it in.