by Lenora Rain-Lee Good

I see photos of the high desert—
sage and scrub brush on flat
flat lands that stretch all the way
to the volcanoes west of Albuquerque—
the Sandia mountains in the east—
covered by the most incredible light.

My heart aches with homesickness
for a land that welcomed me,
a land that opened its arms,
bared its heart of open spaces,
embraced me in beauty of
red, brown, white, purple mesas,
that loved me as I was.
A land I could not survive.

Why is such beauty so high?
Why is such beauty in thin air?

I see photos of the high desert
and weep for my loss.

From Levi Romero’s Zoom background while speaking to the NMSPS Convention, 17 October 2020

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