Interstate 10 Rest Area

Oh strange, strange land. The physics do not fit. The cord of interstate wends, Through this place of upside-down rocks. I climb down from the truck, And wind and sand and sun and secrets Run over me like dancing children. I feel spirit course through me. My soul sighs. My vision narrows, broadens, backward, forward, To all places, all times. I stand among the hoodoos. I suck in the seared songs of shamans. All ancients connect at this place. I am your druid sister, standing sacred, still.