emblazoned by the setting Sun
Red Mountain is speaking:
first you must cross the desert
take off your shoes
for this is holy ground
raise up all the shades, push the east windows
from their moorings
that the wild things spreading glory outside
may stretch their branches and their roots
and may drop their seeds inside your tiny space
filling all your rooms with fragrance and heat
let the rivers flow where they will
they cannot be moved
from their courses
soon they will bring you melodies
and harmony to soothe your wandering
when the winds persist in scattering
your roof beyond your seeing
when your walls crumble back into dust
the home you seek
will have found you
wanting no more
pb © 21 april 2013