(c) Colleen Briggs 2014

I am only a dust storm,
a disembodied haze,
rushing through this searing day.
Here, amongst these muted hues,
restless, wandering,
nowhere to hide,
un-done.

A tumble-weed reeling,
all of me leaning
through this desert singing
of striated skies
with cactus blooms straining
and orange mallow urging –
they hurry me on.

They know what I need –

When at last I am home
wherever you are,
you will hold me together
like the saguaro grows –
staunch and stable.

Seventy-five years just to grow an arm,
all of these years growing strong.

for David, with all my love

(c) Colleen Briggs 2014