wandering in the land of enchantment


my rubber soled feet walk
noiseless on the soft ground
piñon sap sticking to my fingers
lips drying in the crisp clear air
I wonder about Georgia
and Mabel
and how they fell in love with country
though one also more deeply
with an enigma
all of which makes me feel like
a noiseless rubber soul
or a cloud
pumped from some distant factory chimney
drifting over the junipers
looking for someplace to make rain