New Mexico - A Poem

Many are surprised by your beauty
But I am not
I did not wake up to find your light
Shiny and new
Did not rest easier after glimpsing treasures
Rare or few
No
I always knew
I always knew your sun was warm enough to sooth my chills
And make me glad when shadows came
Always knew your mountains were play places and soul spaces
Testing my limits while taking them all away
I grew in your colors, soft and bold
Hues of quiet joy insisting on the attention of admirers
The winds tried to intimidate me, but I laughed and drew in deeper breaths
Arms wide open
Ready for flight in that perfect, endless blue
I loved you
I still do
Will you wait for me
Wait while I think of you from the edge of a bustling city
While I figure out what's next, or why I'm forever going
Going going
But not gone
I'll come home, I promise
They don't know the wild, the eternal gift of you
I do
I always knew
Please wait, I'll come back to you



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