"Casa Gonzales, leave a message."
In this lilting, merry voice,
you can hear her kindness,
even that famous dry wit.
A dusty Sunday afternoon drew me here,
and I knocked shyly on the handmade door.
Stirred from easy conversation with friends
by the energetic, furry little dogs,
a tall, courtly gentleman came to greet me.
In him I saw a graceful manner,
the wisdom of a life well-lived, and kindness too.
Together we walked to the opened door of
the little casita beside their home.
They had been newlyweds here,
began their family in this bedroom
that could be mine.
Looking down at me, more than once,
he said: "You would be safe here."
Words that soaked into my bones,
into my heart.
Time has gone by and I
have made my home here
on this simple, holy ground,
beneath the shining stars,
safe, and deep in joy, beside
Casa Gonzales.
Poem from an earlier time... with New Mexico on my mind... and in my heart...
©Elisa Maria Argiro