Nature touches us the same
but you are blind in my world,
and I am a misfit in your circle
of circles, of circles, of circles.
You perceive me as complicated
and deep, but I am as simple as
red earth and blue sky.
You self-proclaimed wise child,
look, I wear too many clothes to fit
in among bare-breast middle-agers
and bare-bottom moon gods.
My vehicle is too “narrow”
for a wide, multi-lane highway
to deathbed look-backs and women
who wish they had danced.
You belong among temple dwellers
and incense drinkers, among searchers
and seekers of the “hidden” while I
am a sparrow’s sister.
My mind has traveled with you,
with others. I have tasted eastern fruit
and desert laws, but find my solace
in holding hands.
Vibrant, provocative and . . . beautiful.
It is nice to meet you. Thank you for reading and for your words!
As always, you humble me. Thank you much.
Words of refinement
Fragrant red cedar
In Saara Desert
Thank you, Beto,
for visiting and for your kind words.