The ladybug lost her black dots
In the desert.
Santo, de Chimayo
Jumped in the Van
With Poets on the Loose.
Hope kissed Loved
Created bliss
Who smiled
And beamed with Joy,
While the heavens
Dumped rain
Which could never
Quench the Desert
But made the sage
Sing with its scent
Across the gorge.
Blacken and charred sentinels
Stood the test of time
And renewed the forest
With pine trees
Birthed from pine cones
Who released life
In the flames.
Skies lit up with Lightning
And thundered on cue
And stopped raining
Long enough to load
The Van.
Techno trance music
Beat in our ears
And hearts
To keep us awake
And two Angels
Toned in their
Own 2 cents
For eternity.
Synchronicity
Was our constant
Companion
As a purple nun
Shaded by a green
Parasol
Pardoned herself
To the ants
Fellow travelers
She passed by.
Long white plastic
Drum lain
Like a dinosaur bone
To be played
By Children of Poetry.
That none of this
Is in order is
Irrelevant.
Cold numbs
Like pins and needles
Burning
Braving the pain
To hear
The thunder
Of water and mist
While the Faery kind
Kiss with bliss
And I am allowed
To witness it.
Crawling over jagged
Wet rocks
I pass some test
Of nature
And poetry.
All this,
No drugs,
A natural high
On life and love
Shared by friends
In the playground
Of the Desert.