In the wide austerity of the Sonoran Desert even weeds should have some dignity. But cockleburs— they cling, they crowd, they conquer without grace. I admire their tenacity, then curse it, then carefully walk by.
Zerene Cesonia Caterpillar — Photo-artistry by kenne
Morning in the desert garden: a caterpillar clings to its stem, eating with the steady rhythm of breath itself. Even the sun pauses— as if it knows a butterfly is practicing.
there’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, I say, stay in there,I’m not going to let anybody see you.
there’s a bluebird in my heart that ants to get out but I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke and the whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks never know that he’s in there.
there’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, I say, stay down, do you want to mess me up? you want to screw up the works? you want to blow my book sales in Europe?
there’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I’m too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody’s asleep. I say, I know that you’re there, so don’t be sad.
then I put him back, but he’s singing a little in there, I haven’t quite let him die and we sleep together like that with our secret pact and it’s nice enough to make a man weep, but I don’t weep… do you?
Female Phainopepla In Sabino Canyon — Photo-artistry by kenne
Whenever we need to make a very important decision it is best to trust our instincts, because reason usually tries to remove us from our dream, saying that the time is not yet right. Reason is afraid of defeat, but intuition enjoys life and its challenges.
