The swirls appear, briefly, to my eyes
As we pass
Nuggets of former lives reveal
Themselves on this rocky shore
Where cattle and antelope roam.
Before the world turns west
And oh so dramatic.
Little darlin’, take a walk with me here
Where the grasses grab the sand
Where the tumbleweeds still have roots
Where all has not changed much
In a millennium.
The land, the former sea, the sky, the air we breathe.
Deeply we are here
As observers and partakers and always, always,
As creators.
Credit where credit is due.
God-like in me, God-like in you.
Forget the stories, the histories galore
Remember the patterns repeated now
And forevermore.
The biologies, the topographies, the geologies,
The sky’s clouds look as sandy
As the hills
Wisps today and curlicues
The great swath, fresh
Desire moving towards intention.
-cwa copyright Colette Wright Adams 2024