|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,
—I am being called
—I am being pulled
—I am running
~Kathie Adams Brown (April 17, 2013)
NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 17 Prompt: Write a poem of greeting.