Montañas

Adrift in the flow of it all, I barely knowwhen night turns her face to the sunthese days, so many springtime pursuits,and there are streams that beckon, flowingwildly as long as snowmelt from higheraltitudes drives water down the BorrachaCanyon into the settlement of...

Rise

Reduced now to ashes, I rise from the fires of transformationagain and again, and it gets wearying sometimes, all this deathand resurrection, so many incarnations within one lifetime,and occasionally I struggle with perceptions of others,the young simply trying to...