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
