Adobe Skin

A poetic reflection on my writing time in Santa Fe earlier this year:

Adobe Skin 

My rough, calloused palm caresses the smooth roundness

This wall is slick and blemish-free. Sensual

Like the swollen belly of a pregnant woman

This body-hugging adobe pod

Filled with feminine energy

Transforms the harsh desert sand

Into a soft maternal membrane 

These casita walls are my external womb

They sing to me, call my name

Soothe me into production

Nurture my infantile creativity

Hold me tightly in the safety of your skin

Let my tears flow, my joy awaken

Let my pen press, my imagination abound

Be my talent and my tenaciousness

Be my lightning and my rain

Be my muse, my mantra, my mother