My polished saddle bags
are packed so tightly
as I rolled my fabrics
with gentle care;
Listening
to the whispery morning call
as rattle bones echo
through bridges fare…
I tied with horse knots
bound within
raw course twine
my leather strapping harness
you love...attaching securely
with skeletal keys I find…
I am revved upon hickory oaks
and hash pumps newly sown seed
as our adventurous desires journey
this road trip
across love’s fertile pastures
especially made
for you and me…
I got the hoof pick to dig out the dirt clods in the tread should we roll over something nasty and I packed a crock of Old Spice for our pulse points, I got the compass, do you have it, the doe?
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
