Adobe Window — Image by kenne
The Adobe – Layer at Sunset
by Henry Shukman
It hits you
while washing your trowel
in a bucket of sky:
wind humming in the ear,
on the mountains
italic shadows,
and the high snow
like blueberry ice.
The adobe homes
tucked in the hills
gaze out at the sunset
like kids in bed.
You know in your bones
there’s nowhere else.
Times like this
the world opens a door.
You step through,
breathe sweet
pine-smoked air
like nothing you ever
tasted before.
Becoming is Superior to Being 