MY
Every step in
is a sacred step, you say.
The arid land does not forgive
a misplaced step.
Neglect is something the scrub
does not understand.
It simply dies
and waits a hundred years
to bloom again.
Love is a stream, a divining.
Its vein is exposed by the heart
who realizes it and lets it in.
Upon the potter's wheel
the earthen vessel
takes its shape
and in my dreams tonight
I wet my hands
upon the clay of your hips.
You are my New Mexico.
A sacred step.
A love.
A frail ecology.
©2002 Dan Kantak
Photograph
was taken in Sedona Arizona.
It seemed to
fit so I included it with the poem.
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