Image by kenne
Nurturing each Moment
Tucson,
nearby foothills
home of DeGrazia
darkness,
low moving clouds
moving over the mountains
music,
blues in the air
coming from the Boonduck’s
Kika,
cat on the guard
lying low in pursuit
crickets,
sing in the night
adding to the aura
heat up,
roast in the day
cooling with the darkness
whiskey,
cool on the rocks
soothing the solitude
cigar,
smoke in the air
mixing with the night wind
starlight,
brighten the sky
pushing back the soft clouds
rainstorms,
in the forecast
teasing the believers
late-night,
clock in a.m.
seeking the morning light
twitter,
of early birds
singing of existing truth
outfits,
Lycra on two wheels
biking to the mountains
crossroads,
Sonoran sun
hiking Mount Lemmon’s peak
pleasure,
mind in control
nurturing each moment
— kenne
Kenne…I must say, seems to me your creative side is been wildly let loose out there in the desert and I, of course, love being allowed to remember with you some of the past readings and the work of the authors and then, reading your poetic responses…it also makes me sorry we did not tape those early writers…especially, Grace Paley and W.D.Snodgrass…’course, I doubt Dee would have let us. Well, if we could have gotten those Red Wolf beers into him before instead of after the reading. Carry on my friend!!!
. . . my friend, creativity is a state of mind and certain locations have a way of generating the state. Thanks for your comment.
Joy and I have been reading Nancy’s journal — it’s great to follow. Actually, we would like to see you guys move to Montana, then we could come visit you in the great state to the north.