To Change New Mexico

A poem of place and spirit.

To Change New Mexico,

 

The storms and I

go moan...

oh--moan--oh--

through wind-blasted

juniper

and sage crag plateaus.

 

We hissed fast in winter cottonwoods,

and whistled through barren orchards,

freezing shocking faces

in shed shack-o-ramas,

and flat tire tractors projecting

from the brilliant snow.

 

We're gone blown

roaring louder than yellow mechano;

road grade-o-bulls

pushing dirty slush

from the earthen parking lot

in Taos Pueblo

 

where storms and I

go moan...

oh--moan--oh--

through wind-blasted

juniper

and sage crag plateaus.