Gila Sojourn

I wrote this poem on my honeymoon at the spot where Geronimo was born (headwaters of the Gila river in NM and quite a hike through the wilderness and ma river crossings). A magical place in nature.

Gila Sojourn

i am a wandering spirit

walking in the path

of healers and teachers

gone before me

i hear their voices on the wind

as i tread lightly

alongside the river

mint beneath my feet

within canyons

enveloping me

in a womb of time

i hear their songs

in the rainfall

as i dream of

forgotten yesterdays

with fire in my heart

rainbows at my fingertips