Dry hills soft, come dusk
before a promised chance
of rain, blond fuzz

of empty-headed grasses
teased by gusts
beg to embrace me,

to become lost
in the folds of canyons
and draws, absorbed

as someday I will be.
Dark breezes stir the senses
with anticipation,

transform baked clay
to breathing slopes
of warm flesh

and I am comforted—
home at last,
a chance for peace.


5 responses to “CHANCE

  1. I’d buy books full of your stuff – jus sayin’…

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Peter Notehelfer

    Your thoughts, just out of reach past suggestion, move the imagination. Thanks for the stimulating challenge . . .

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Hey John – – do you happen to have any copies of BLOOD TRAILS? We have some veterans that are involved with the Gathering in Prescott and I would really like to make them available to them if possible. I was finding some on for a while, but I think those who have them are not turning loose!! thanks sally bates Date: Fri, 15 May 2015 12:41:35 +0000 To:


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.