I slipped on ice
Bringing the trash can in last night.
January has always been harsh here,
You two have a lot in common.
it’s warmer than this past summer, softer.
Perspective is a funny thing isn’t it.
You sure lit a fire leavin’
The house was colder with you.
I turn my face back towards the sun.
My hair is coming back
Silver strands, snowy salutations
Falling just as gently
Chaos and serenity simultaneous
Tale as old as time
Born bold in brine
I walked out of those waves
High desert honey
Life is funny
Juniper and I, juxtaposed
Wildest of horses
Her winds are unruly aren’t they
Be careful, you might blow away
I’ll never leave Nevada, not really.
Heavy heart but light on my feet
Settled but not to stay
Sweet mountain stream
Not quite a dream
I prefer my castilleja with less contention
Clocks are ticking
What can I say
My heart is steady
It might be the only part of me that is
I don’t know how to feel things small
I scare easy
Maybe that’s why I’m so partial to Nevada
I can relate to those horses
on a personal level.
Do I crave the gin
Or do I just miss the juniper
You can be too much
But never enough
Spend your life working
For the letdown
once upon a time
you were often the object of a daydream.
There’s a rock in my shoe.
Dead snake heartache.
Home is where you make it but I started building in the wrong place.
Sorely mistaken, steps I’ve taken.
Went for a wander
to find just one reason, stumbled on six. Oh and a single rock
that reminds me of a magpie skull
that I found this one time
while slinking through
vanilla trees in galena
which reminds me of home
which reminds me of you
and that is reason enough.