for Lucille Junkere
This blue is also
Rich with blood,
the cries of babies
and entire peoples
torn from their home
bloom of anger,
drop of heartbreak,
music of spirits
staying strong through
too many dark nights.
This red-blue is the steady
stroke and beat
of holding steady
and passing love
through blood and bone.
As I slept, we lost an hour
and I woke this morning knowing
that loss is the soft underbelly
of love, that we can roll it over
to pry out the sweetest parts
but can never pick it clean
from the hollow bones of grief.
I seek solace in the land,
gather mountains in my arms while
geese float through the thin morning.
The sun fails to properly rise.
Birds still called as if the world
weren't breaking at the seams.
A river running coyote,
gray-white in the iced air,
passes close but doesn’t look my way,
just steps like majesty through the silent Sunday.
I do not truly belong to this desert place
but the river always welcomes me
like a cherished guest.
Who am I?
I’m a systems engineer and creative coach living in ABQ, NM. I believe that we can intentionally design our lives to align with our deepest dreams and desires.