It is here
below lenticular UFO clouds
that dance on these Sangre de Cristos
my breath deepens, belly loosens,
heart resets its rhythm.
in this high desert called New Mexico
my mind empties;
vast open arroyos
wash away the waste of war.
red-tailed hawk and peregrine falcon
ride the airwaves instead of
Rush Limbaugh and Rachel Maddow.
And when I listen deeply
I can hear pinon pine and prickly pear
share a drink at their favorite
underground watering hole.
Judy K Mosher, Ph.D. has called New Mexico home for over 25 years. She is a member of High Desert Poets and has had poems published in Adobe Walls, The Santa Fe Literary Review, and Accolades. In earlier incarnations, she was a college professor, counselor, and Jill-of-all-trades.