deepdown running, the wildest
eye, the one that knows what the clematis
is thinking as it makes its way
up the rusted archway
bluesky nodding, holding court with
sprouts and buds, drinking loudly
of sunshine sweets and greengrass love
Sunday morning wheelbarrow hands,
moving rivers of rock between
gangs of sharp-tongued cactus, weaving
like a drunkard because I’m so tired
of the quiet
broken only by birdsong and chime
then the words come to me on the desert
wind, blown in rough like tumbleweed,
they say we have been speaking
to you all day, whispering
your name from the tips of the prickly
what if you listened?
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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.