Breathe Sage

Respect assaults of climate

Upon lips, skin, and blinding of eyes.

Carry water.

The dry rattle could be cicada

Or snake.

Rocks don’t move.

Light, however, is variable.

Visit rocks frequently

For the play

Of color on stone—

  Tread upon transience;

Love its gallery.

  When the wild burros come

Listen for ghosts in caves.

  Find the handprints,

Spread your fingers to fit—

Paint your life

In petroglyphs.

Should it rain,

Breathe sage.

                                                                                  9/24/2011

                                                                                                             Notes for Amy