Taos // February 2021
A reprieve with loved ones just after weathering one of the worst storms ever to hit Texas.
And an excerpt written in a workshop with Andrea Gibson during our days in Taos, still processing the storm that rocked our community amidst the pandemic.
I found you standing
in those snow blown woods.
cluster of trees
beaten basketball court
made for one
made for shooting.
hoops.
and there you were,
shooting hoops with love.
slow dancing
with that tree
with cold feet
thinking about that boy
who was found dead
in those woods
the day after
you moved in
and a girl you want
to love.
a tree planted
in his honor,
someone had covered it
with a sheet
to hold in its warm.
people
losing heat
losing limbs
and life
to frost
wondering
where to go
when home
is in the street
where there’s nothing to eat.
no water to drink.
all you could do
was hand out
some sandwiches
in a borrowed truck
some water
some glimpses of reassurance.
all those fearful eyes.
all you could do
was hold onto that tree.
nothing making any sense
except maybe
Just maybe
a sheet
wrapped around branches
holding in all the hope
that something
something
just maybe
something
will survive
just maybe
something
will bloom again.