A perfectly reasonable time back then,
not tied in this Gordian knot of now,
no googolplex of gambles and
choice, a time white and bleached
like skulls in O'Keefe
The old Rio Grande...
Old Town, the adobe mission, La Placita
and hot sopaipillas, long linened
tables, dark blue glass, terra cotta.
On the wall, my beloved Ojo de Dios, and a
standard wooden cross, its Christ
Pinon nuts and Hatch peppers...
Stands of thick cottonwoods, the lone
Russian Olive I climbed as a pup
to watch the sun go down in a New Mexican
blaze, the river bottom where we
smoked and kissed boys
Rock candy and cactus...
Yanamoto's, shelves of ginger, green tea,
fuzzballs called kiwi...who knew what
those were? Lotus bowls, rice paper fans,
all graceful exotica to the unJapanese,
the well-tended fields of their produce
Luminarias. Well defined seasons...
The place of self. Of definition.
These ever increasing levels of limbo
crave dry air, Sandia mountains,
Give me pueblos, pigeons in the courtyard,
painted saints, the nuns,
caroling in the cold at Christmas
Albuquerque, my beloved
--Jo VonBargen 2011
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