And things flow.
This time: the opportunity to edit a book of Voces student poems to be printed by UNM Press.
And there it is! Grace. A visitation.
This transition period has left me so raw that I am open, and each blessing sears its beauty and bounty into still drying skin.
Tectonic shifts. The starkness of breathtaking immediate change. Volcanoes. Lava flows. Earthquakes and steam geysers.
The poetry on the bus program has a new name: Route Words.
We keep moving.
To combat seasickness, stare at the shore, the horizon cutting vision into two.
It is enough.
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