Thirsty
Leaning
Grabbing
water
Desperate
Like desert
Like mesa
Like I had just been
Parched
Dry
from my

Thick dreams of
Pueblo houses
Tumbleweed
Storytelling
Knowing
Feeling
Green chile sauce
Lingering on my tongue

I came downstairs
Looking
For fox turned coyote
Chasing
Deer down my street
but
They’re not there

I woke up
Writing
Pulling words around me
Like blanket
Like comfort
Like Corn Mother and Beloved mountain
Like Milky Way hidden by
Too much light
Knowing
Trusting
Believing the
Lingering in my mind’s eye