Tugged uphill
in the back
of a pick-up,
Rattling against wood
And wrought iron.
We melt and merge -
Me by the door
With the baskets of bread,
A time-worn Señor,
And the moon overhead
Snaking our way through
La Sierra Juárez.
Agave
Flower spike
Contraluz
Of last light.
Pueblos spilled like
Tentacled
Tangles
Of cheap fairy lights.
The arc of the atmosphere
Dripping
Vespertine
Tangerine.
I find Devine
In the undefined -
A ball of yarn
Unravelling, entwined :
Threaded between
Bus stops
Dotted lines
Street curbs
Cactus spines.
With buckles and straps,
By the brim of my hat,
I weave through the world
And talk back to the birds.
Warm my hands by the fire
with a girl and a dog,
Squat by the dock
And decipher the fog.
Dawdled and daydreamed,
I delight
in the deluge
Of the yet undetermined -
Let each moment
Compress and unfold
Of its own accord
as I hold
In my hands
the cool clay of each day;
Fingerprints
And
Infinite possibilities -
Perhaps not all of them wise,
But each, at least
exquisitely
Alive
January 2024