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By Ethel Mortenson Davis

I have been a soliloquy
upon the landscape–
A letter on the horizon’s poem.

I have been accustomed
to aloneness.
We travel well
together.
She has been with me
when I searched
the deep forest
as a child
and
now in the desert,
allowing me to be
who I am,
learning from the sacred earth—
the poetic ground.

She has made me
resilient
like the coral desert blossom
I picked yesterday
and found in my pocket
today,
still fresh, still alive,
still vibrant,
drawing from the deep water
held tightly
within.

© 2010, I Sleep Between the Moons of New Mexico