I-10 In southern New Mexico going into Arizona — Image by kenne
Dust devils come and go
across the flat land
of southern New Mexico
beneath a clear blue sky
with only a few white puffs
over distant mountains
providing a backdrop
for as long as the eye can see
on a long straight highway
with vultures circling above
and occasional overpasses
with towering signs near exits
tempting our stiffening bodies
by giving us a sense of home,
if your home is
McDonald’s golden arches.
We feel lonely even though
we are not alone
making us wish for
a bend in the road.
Instead, we are distracted
by counting vultures and old
railroad cars on tracks running
parallel to this lonely highway.
(Now we know what happens to beat-up old cars,
they are parked in the desert southwest.)
I with my Goldfish,
she with her sunflower seeds,
we try to settle down
for few hundred more miles
before crossing into Arizona
just south of the old
Butterfield Stagecoach route
through Doubtful Canyon.
Not complaining,
over 100 years ago
we would have been traveling
by stagecoach through
Doubtful Canyon rather
than a modern Interstate
escaping any chance of
being attack by Apaches.
(See a photo essay of Doubtful Canyon on Flickr. Enjoy!)
— kenne
Doubtful Canyon — Image by kenne
