Crawl through granite and cedar
where wind and sun bake clean.
Sit where silence rules wind,
a road three thousand feet below,
spotted blue lakes beyond.
Look out to flatland extending
as far as imagination carries
yet that distance is no farther
than the hope and fear
we allow inside our hearts.
When life is battled and bottled
take your bruises to the mountain,
rest in cedar shade until color
of granite pinkens your gills,
know the heart will soon follow.
From Margaritas & Redfish
(Lamar UP, 2013).
Used here with the author's permission.