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Quiet Clouds
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For 20 years, I lived outside El Paso, Texas, home of the Chihuahuan Desert and the Franklin Mountains. During my daily morning commute, I drove past the mountain range often thinking, ‘If the earth had a pulse it surely rose through the mountains, creating their bold silhouette.’
To my eye, their peaks were the green line of a doctor's graph. I saw those rocks at dawn, those slopes that gave home to so much life—a foundation for low-lying trees and shrubs and colorful cacti. The blue sky atop the mountains with their quiet clouds drifting by calmed me.
quiet clouds above calmly passing by
a sea of blue and white that pleases the eye
mountains in the distance sit still in yellow light
the sun ahead constantly coloring every sight
never again will I ever be here
at this very moment let us not fear
for this is where the mind is content
this is where my soul leaves its print
Copyright ©
Sara Etgen-Baker
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