New Mexico: Pedernal
Updated: Oct 5
When I came, I stood upon a cliff,
red in the dying light, then fell,
pushed over the edge with laughter.
I sailed through the air
like a cloth doll with moving limbs
and no mouth behind cotton lips.
I fell below enflamed cliffs,
prehistoric plains, blending rocks,
descending arroyos and sudden mesas.
It has taken me years to find again
the magenta of the sunset
and azure of the winter sky.
Now I live here, standing on high desert ground,
with scarred and snow-topped mountains surrounding,
the blood of sacrifice in their names.
Sometimes I wake at night
and sense around me ghosts
with swaying belts of stones and seeded beads.
They come silently
like the snow this morning
falling in frozen tears on the burning earth.