• Karen Weber

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.

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