Let’s breathe.
Bared feet on red ground
Toes coated in red dust.
A stone that doesn’t belong
flies from my chest
A clumsy gift of release
Birds as Her messengers
My thoughts, my certainty.
A feather spotted with red dust
a greeting in the morning
Her answer.
A tiny translucent triangular stone
the next sunrise
Her gift.
Inspired by the magic of Zion National Park, Utah. This poem came to life during one of our road trips in September 2019. Once again, I am drawn to the color the red earth.
