Listening to animals, plants, the Nature that holds our nature, we feel beauty, implicitly accepting Nature’s gift of life. Listen, feel the coyote’s gaze, the hummingbird’s touch, even the joy of the warblers. Healing.
Oh now he’s overheated?
This word, now twice
It is a bother.
Has no manners.
Kissing me delirious, proof we are still young
This home that loved us all my family, friends and me still lives on that desert hill.
bloom and show their gift
Shaming grace to crawl those final bloody miles.
he had prayed, without words, without thought, with simple life-sustaining breaths and become one with the wilderness
Tied up tight lest chasing dreams they would be gone?
Watching from the other side, the dirty one