Southwest Living

The air is dry

The sun shines bright

Try as I might

I never want to come down

From that Rocky Mountain high

I am the mountain

I am the tree

I am the one that sees

the Endless beauty

The land it speaks to me

I hear my ancestors pray for me

I hear my ancestors slave for me

I hear my ancestors save me

Take me back to the way it was

Back to newborn’s mama Love

Take me back to the great beyond

To the starry sky Above

To this land I love.

I wake to the sounds

of the mourning dove

She sings and knows that now

is the only moment is ever now

Sheets of sage & juniper green

Flecks of gold & alizarin

Finds her way into every

Nook and cranny of the canyon

Rock walls that bend like waves

orange arch carved caves

root chakra red earth quakes

Uprooted to be planted

I stand where I am

in the middle of all

4 directions

I feel the wind

I start over and begin

Over and over again