Whipped Sage and Mango Sorbet

/'prezens/ ....the state of being present in a place....

I park facing east,

next to a small mountain of gravel.

The rising sun turns the clouds

the colors of salmon, and mango sorbet;

a gust of wind surprises me from behind.

The sage and junipers

stand frozen, still in silhouette.

*

Upon closer look, I see the sage

jiggling, giggling at me I am sure;

another whip; blowing, waving juniper.

And then the clouds morph mango and white.

The sun has eaten the salmon.

*

Gazing at hillsides, forming,

secreting, Dry River Canyon,

the wind whips louder, demanding my attention.

It is accompanied by a whistle…

I don’t know its origins,

or mine for that matter,

or why or how long I am here.

*

Or if I will ever come again

not to this high desert space,

but to this earth,

this green and blue planet,

this world of wind whipped sage and mango sorbet.

*

All is quiet for a moment…

the clouds glowing churned butter,

dashboard monk dancing in time with the sage.

A semi whooshes up Highway 20,

the caws of crows calling after it.

The clouds, now mostly the palest gray,

welcome the dull green junipers.

*

I have not seen the sun yet,

that is what I came for...

that,

and to be alone.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is an ambrosia of sensory delight whipped up with tangy philosophical cream! Glug! Glug! Glug! Why have I been missing your writing? Sorry about that! I'll check to see if I need to send you a friend request so I can see more of your writing in my newsfeed. I am intensely jealous of the way you think and write . . . this is as fresh as it gets! You're obviously having fun, yet also being free-spirited about it . . . no heavy tangents, just connect the stars (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

I see that we're friends, but I can't get to your page becuz I get the all-red "MALICIOUS SITE" warning from my virus protection app (computer). If I see your stuff in my newsfeed, then I can click on it, but I can't click on anything in your list becuz I'm blocked for my own protection by my own software!

[PamiAnde]

Hello Margie! Thank you so much. It pleases me to no end that you enjoy my writing. I wish I could say that I only write for myself, but that would be an outright lie. I love it when somebody else gets something from it. So, again, thank you for your generous comments and encouragement.

You have not been missing many posts, I have not been on here much. I'm quite easily distracted by, oh, so many things. Like coloring on my phone. Lol! (Actually that's sad.) Weird about the red warning. Is there something I'm doing on this end that could be causing it?

[barleygirl]

I've seen other writers at the cafe with a similar scourge . . . the moderator says to delete cookies . . . not sure if that really solves it, but that's all I know.

[PamiAnde]

Hmm... I have anti-virus software that deletes cookies. Strange. Thanks, though. Happy day! Ande

[John the Baptist]

A description here of a present moment, told with beautiful imagery. The speaker focuses in on what is happening now, aware that time will sweep away the scene, as it does everything else. Such beautiful moments are always available to us, if we will take the time to look for them.

[PamiAnde]

Thank you, John. It brings me back every time I read it.