Hot air balloons
rock over the fields of
yellow weeds and sand. Green
and red turbans, perfectly splendid,
real as our lives. That’s what we think,
what we say, how we act. Multicolored
and smooth as cool air, we move with a
purpose, firing the jets of our minds
to new heights that float eastward
above the Sandia mountains
into the cobalt sky, too
occupied to see
the last rays of
sunlight.
—
Marian Olson lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico, with her husband and red Blue Lacy hound. She is the author of six poetry books. Among them Songs of the Chicken Yard, Desert Hours, and Consider This. Sketches of Mexico is forthcoming this spring.
200 New Mexico Poems 