evanesce
Rock stack
magnificent
strata of colour.
Fading into the horizon
not all hurtle by it
like I.
Recognizing the disquiet
in the hills,
from abandoned train cars
sculptures toil in the heat, erect
shapes
in harsh contrast to the natural
landscape-
beautiful
wonderous.
New material nestled
in centuries-old dust.
Unfamiliar angles upon
gentle slopes
tug at my senses.
I know each vein is worth lingering
over,
with close examination,
I’ll find
exultation
Yet, despite my
hunger
It seems I should continue on
and ignore
the call from
my loins to
slow down
to touch, taste
experience
the layers of this new land-
the deconstructed,hidden,internal,emotional,magnificance---
Yet
these hills scream out
they will not allow it-
Me
to fade
into the horizon
like a memory.
Words and image by Lisa Murphy-Lamb
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