Winter’s door opens
a crack
and the journey begins….again
melting
rushing exuberantly through the valleys

Time is Held Differently in the Desert
rain falls
tracing worn rock edges
slips into arroyos
fills canyons

what endures
what is blown away
becomes the Shape of time
long lines of poetry
etched in pale canyons
twisting in the shadow walls
along the river
echo, echo

Wind blows
OOOOOeeeeeeoooOOO
mantram into rock
endless repetitions
transformation
We read them in the moonlight
under our fingertips
remnants of the past
printed into our backs
resting against hot boulders
Time […]