Beyond Badges and Barbed Wire
 
Baklava
 
River Run
 
Perfect Pen
 
Red Ride
 
That Wild Thing
 
Tsunami
 
August 4th
 
Urban Spring
 
Yellow Canyons
 
Edge of the World
 
Silver Weaver
 
Grace
 

 
Raven Heart 

In white silence, red rock desert
Your wing beat deafens canyons.

Heart beat.

Heart beat of God
as you fly by time and again;
big black raven bird –
raven heart.

Still,
quiet,
hot mid-day sun scorches
baked clay earth;
rocks crackle beneath
boots. I lope from pine tree
to pine tree chasing cool
shade, high noon.

I forget about God’s heart beat
and there You are again
clapping it out loud for me.

Quiet.
Still.
Distant hum of cars,
miles away, out of sight.

Blazing sun
then white cotton
candy New Mexico clouds,
the ones that only come in afternoon.
I lie on my back and watch.
The parade of faces melt
and dissolve, one into the other.

In the distance
thunder roars.



 

 Diane Sherman