Poetry Retreat

i’m with the sista’s
almond butter on my
tongue like glue for
the broken places
crunch of celery to
tear up the small angry
spots, take me to creation
a wild stallion ride of words
coats our bodies soothed by
the natural hot fire water springs
of Joyful Journey, at the base of
the Sangre de Cristo mountains blood
of what saves us, pouring forth from
the center of Gaia, I take deep breaths
here like dragging on a cigarette without
the cancer, clear stars almost touchable
from the the round Yurt where we sleep
when i emerge to pee, the sound of God breaks over me
moonbeams have saturated the empty
landscape and I am alone cocooned but
awake and in love with this Universe.

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