12/17/2021 drafted, posted January 26, 2025
Because I have been
a desert-dweller
I recognize the power
of your radiant oasis
green the sacred color
where I come
to lick my wounds
and fill my vessels
quietly with sky
to rest in wiry shadows
against the thigh
of all that is dry
and soft a temple
of the moon’s heart
inked red by incarnation
washed in the clarity
of wisdom like water
Get up and walk
you say—I walk