The Same Old Thing
in the southwest most
every day is the same
tick tock the hours pass the
same old thing
the sun rises in the east above
taos mountain
it shines brightly all day long the same old thing
it sets in the west glorious color
the same old thing tick
tock
most days are filled with dust devils riding the wind across the mesa
on another day storm
clouds gather on the horizon it
might rain a
few splashes on the sage
still...on another day snow but most
days are sunny
it seems like the same old thing...the same old wonderful
thing
there is something comfortable about sameness reassuring
sameness makes
you feel you know where you are and what will happen next
the landscape
seems to be embedded in resin everything
slow
November 26,
2014
1 comment:
I love the peacefulness of sameness. This poem feels very comforting. Your mesa wraps its spell around me every time I visit it in your poems.
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