So, it is true. Water does fall from the sky. For the past few months I've been very skeptical about the nature of things and felt that the Mother of all things has forgotten us here in the great state of New Mexico. As I watch the weather forecast all I see are reports of weather in every other area of the country, except, The Land of Enchantment. I'm not sure if the rest of the country still doesn't believe that we are part of the great forty-eight + two, or that the atmosphere that we all have grown to love and appreciate is of no concern to anyone else but us. Now don't get me wrong, I enjoy the lack of awareness for our state. A run on our borders, Texas, Colorado, Utah, Arizona, could be a misconceived concept that we have something here that no one else does. Well, let me tell you buddies, we're just like everyone else, except for one thing. You can't get New Mexico Chile anywhere else! So, on that note, I'll take any kind of moisture we can get here in the high desert. Tallyho!
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.