Christmas Week 2005. Taos, NM
Belated Birthday Poem For A Fearless Wanderer
I would take you to New Mexico,
where we would walk your dogs along the edge of Volcanitos!
Race breathless up El Pilar to view infinite Earth
from sacred earth.
Old Northern New Mexico
A wilderness of trailer homes, rusted trucks and busted fences.
Barbed into the ashram, ostriches strut on languid legs.
They seem out of place here among these lazy, sprawling dogs.
Good wine may not grow in this desert. But casinos do. And roadside shrines.
Elaborate crusifixes scattered across the landscape.
One State Over
I tried to call you from the top of Pilar.
But my phone had No Service.
And, although I can see clear to Colorado from here,
I cannot phone to tell you.
Moderate To First Marker
Las Minas Trail.
The first snow we've seen.
Following deer tracks, and signs of other creatures
... further east into the hills.
There should be a mine on Las Minas Trail
Mica. Micaceous. Metamorphic. aluminum silicate Mineral.
I dawdle behind Bird's black leather jacket
collecting rocks and other, Shiny, objects in the pockets of my ratty blue jeans.
Spend their mornings flitting from woodshed to river
while I run myself ragged.
Chase them from tree to tree with my camera.
Just one shot - blue white wings extended in flight -
before you disappear into the brush.
"They are shy," She tells me.
"They don't like their pictures taken," he agrees.
They nod wisely from the front seat of the car.
Happy with just a glimpse of magpies.
A tall man in a Hobbiton world.
He is a punkrocker.
In hippie hell.
He lumbers through this casita.
He amuses himself at the wood burning stove
in lieu of TV.
I consume books like black grapes
savoring sweet silence.
And then I miss TV too.