Abiquiu

 

composed at Ghost Ranch

 

Take this city-filled

soul,

pour it out,

place it in soil

beneath

your high desert vista.

 

Fill it with canyon,

sky,

mesa,

mountain,

smell of rain

and

song of bird.

 

Tint each

with time of day.

Let each

settle

into a painting of sand

 

so that when I'm away

I can

close my eyes

and gaze upon

and breathe your sacred strands.

 

L. Luis Lopez

From A Painting of Sand