Chimayo

Its been years since
I’ve thought of you
it occured now
just when I
smoothed out Two Gray Hills
wool carpet

lured into red sunsets
splitting pure white
dazzling yellow light
from the center
remembering cold january mornings
weaving our way past snow lined adobe

gathering blessed sand,

red chillis

seeing Navajo weave their magic

we purchased magic
rolled it into our passion
ate our dreams
carried it on our journey
toward separation

weft, woof, fibers glistening
sage induced fires
curling new mexico stars
pressing surface of our desires
smoothing out Chimayo
breathing shuttles click clack
memory sizzors escape their way
toward you screaming on fifth floor
suicide watch time