"I read Dee's poem this morning up in cold and gray Michigan and was moved, again, by what she wrote. And I missed New Mexico even more…"
New Mexico is like that.
"I moved to Albuquerque a year ago from Michigan. I've spent the last year getting settled, writing, and learning the difference between growing vegetables in Ann Arbor and the southeast side of Albuquerque. "
Postcard from Michigan
It's gray here and almost nothing
more needs saying
in Michigan winter a survival
course in tricking your mind desperate
remainders of sun, color and light winnowed
from holly berries, mulched pansies a faint
reflected summer shimmers open
to lavender and mango skies mountains
(always the mountains) vision of dry rivers
and chamisa New Mexico blossoms belief
collapses past and future, here and there
until tonight in the damp, cold dark
I walk from this gray here, my past
down this brown-grassed hill dive
through the iced pond swim
into the Rio Grande
walk into "the tent of your blessed funkiness"*
*"the tent of your blessed funkiness" from Slouching Toward ABQ by Dee Cohen
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