You had not joined me My totem-journey to the wellspring of the Colorado to seek the source of things uncontained
the stars washed over me with asphyxiation the breathless gasp of space
--In the deserts; Rocklands-- the emerald barrel cactus is watered as the earth and the passerby Cheyenne cut into the crust to sip the wine-flesh to be drunk and exhume the inhibitions of living
Forbidden berries in the garden of quills, spear thistles trust upon the air to protect her children
a good, silent mother does not refuse the gift of deflowering as she is stripped of her sharpness and laundered bestowed in salted bison skin of a war-chief's pouch.