Poem
If we have no soul
something aches
in us anyway
Heaves our breath
pumps our blood
Sun thrown across treetops
Do you see New Mexico?
Windstorms
crack across it
days break
against it
I hurt
for dry dirt
big sky
bell in a tower
sage
across the eye
Burnt land
old sand carcass
your rosebuds
are hardening
your leaves turning
my heart
burning
by Natalie Goldberg
from Top of My Lungs
The Overlook Press, 2002