While the desert below
exhales the evening,
up here on the granite ridge
twilight is held briefly
upon the surface
of golden pools.
I accept the invitation to sit,
to watch, to listen,
and absorb.
These bones of granite
cup this fluid
of the earth.
Tinájas. Water pockets.
Small chambers of
liquid stillness,
waiting to play
Sonoran music in these
Santa Catalina Mountains.
Boulders squeeze
these pools into tiny,
dripping sounds,
like the smallest
of hand bells;
played by the very hands
of creation.
Now, years later,
as in trying
to recall a dream,
it is difficult to
remember this
sound within silence,
this stone chalice,
while waiting
for another miracle.
© 2015 Richard Havenga
Photo Location:
Santa Catalina Mountains, (Coronado National Forest) Tucson, Arizona
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