Santa Rita Mountains, Tucson, AZ 2010 |
What is this
that awakens me?
What is this
pull I feel?
I rise on a
sunny morning,
I get into
my car and drive,
I pass
beneath a Swainson’s hawk circling above,
I leave the
city streets behind.
Around me,
the desert opens wide—
I feel my
mind relaxing
As each mile
falls behind,
And then I
see the wonder
Of this wild
place
Each mile draws
me closer
To these
cactus covered slopes
Where birds
fly free in a pale blue sky,
Where birds
nest in pale green scrub,
Where
mountain peaks rise up and stand
Shoulder to
shoulder towering
Over spiny
saguaros,
Deep canyons,
And me.
—I am being
called
—I am being
pulled
—I am
running
Home.
~Kathie Adams Brown (April 17, 2013)
NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 17 Prompt: Write a poem of greeting.
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