Desert Retreat Poem

god
perhaps you and i together
will write our way home.
home to the pleasure
of soft and simple things
of anticipation
of longing itself.
and the way of being
where suddenly
i am once again receptive
to the words
that arise
like whispers
of dusty light
riding the crest
of a gentle breeze
and spilling
themselves out
onto this
patient page.

please
teach me what it is to be human
what it is to answer to a deeper call.
i stand at this pivotal moment
where i once again might do one thing- or something else.
help me choose the way of the flowering soul.
the way of exquisite belonging.

i’m grateful to remember
that truly i belong
among the wild things
and to
these words
and to
the love
that wants to go
everywhere.