Sunny, hazy skies greet me this morning with sparrows, tucked into their Ceer-sucker suits, (called Nola for the correct spelling) tearing bark from tiny fragile branches. It's nesting time. Songs of carefully crafted tweets, non techno, vibrate through the quiet air. I'm comforted! The woes of past days sliding out from under me as I rejoice in the newness of life. The fresh exhilaration of starting something different. The energetic adrenaline flow that races through my blood stream, telling me, whispering inside of me the fragility of life and how not to take it for granted. Am I the strong one for accepting responsibility for my actions, my words, feelings. I am nothing more than a human trying to make it in a non-human world. I am humbled by the shallowness of the ponds I am sustained by, long ago the fruits succumbing to decay. If I don't gaze into myself and see the wrongs I've committed, how can I defend accusations of minimal consequence? Be careful one and all, we live in a thin-skinned society. And on that note, here's a little poem.
encouraged by boredom, eve went in search of an apple, she was tired of bananas
Thank-you for joining me for, A Day in Santa Fe.
Mary Maurice wrote her first poem when she was in the ninth grade, and hasn't stopped writing since. Catching the fire at an early age, she continues to dedicate her time to the craft.