Meanwhile, in the desert

I drove through New Mexico once,

Drove through it and then lived through it.

And there is nothing that personifies New Mexico to me, more than this car,

Trapped in sand,

Glowing with power,

But unable to move because it is forever

Suspended

In immobility.

I have spent moments, and weeks, and months, like this car,

Wanting to be upright looking at the sky,

But instead staring into brown reflections.

Now all my rear view mirrors show blue skies.