It's 3:00 AM. Do you know where your muse is? Sometimes, all you can do is wait. The wee small hours of the morning (as the song goes) is when you miss her most of all.
Far from the city lights, the New Mexico night sky draws us into a very different world...a world where time and space seem so close, almost visible, almost touchable. This short poem takes us beyond that dark horizon.
Got the Windy Day Blues? Maybe you should be listening for voices. "Wind Makes Crazy" contains the wind, a raven, and a rabbit. Now THAT is New Mexico in the spring.
A rainy day, a bus, a stranger who crosses himself at every corner...this wonderful rumination is full of surprising insights.