Southwestern horizons dressed in long-tailed lizard tracks and sage scented breezes haunt my dreams with an inexplicable longing and deep desert nostalgia.
The art that I see on the trunk of a tree
on the face of the sky
in the way the geese fly
on the feathers of crows
and the way the wind blows–
soothes my unsettled senses
reflections of the past
of the future
of the undisclosed
and indisposed
of all that you wanted
and all that you lost
of all that was honest
and all that was not
While trying to catch your elusive image, I caught a piece of time. That moment, frozen forever, when you stopped long enough for me to crouch by the yellow flowers. That one tiny moment, otherwise gone, but for this fleeting proof of your existence and of mine.
homemade signs
ampersands & the capital “Q”
velvet
the smell of coffee
Elton John song “Take me to the Pilot”
early morning
the sound of geese
a rainy day
toast and jam
the blue hour of evening