the year of the seeker

the too-quiet, too-flat body of the
brown newborn lamb
corral-dust-covered
discovered
_______
smoke rising from grandmother and grandfather’s house
when i return from
pulling tarot cards in slight wind and strong sun
amongst the curve of boulders and
the black/dark of caves
_______
skirt rippling in sun-wind and
grandmother’s skirt rippling in the sun-wind
as we walk towards each other on the path
between corral and house and as we meet
she opens her mostly-bone arms to me
in the shape of a hug
_______
the best part about playing cards
and memory with bessie tonight is how we
eye-glimmer laugh
across vinyl table-clothed table
the second best part is
how we clear the table and put the dishes
in the kitchen but wait til after we play
to wash them
_______
how the cards, spread in the entrance
of a mini-cave tell me this
is the year of the seeker
_______
pot of chicken stock placed
on cast iron surface of
wood burning stove
_______
late night snacks on the mesa trish says
have nothing to do with hunger

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