Painted Desert

©Margaret Wesseling 

ripples of heat embrace

my arms and neck

the distance sends breezes


sun sprays off rock

dry country rolls

spills heat


these striped hills fade

an old etching

too full of light


your presence next to me

your eyes

I can pour into


how you have changed

and I, and still

we know each other, how


our parents’ words come

to mind, beauty, grace,

communion, seem