Still Life Sweet perfume wafts in the wake of a breeze dancing among lilacs. A golden tanager among plum blossoms is sunlight dappled on velvet. The boulder watches with aplomb, having seen eons crawl by. Once volcanic, now petrified and cold, it sits immobile marveling at the dancer’s dexterity, wondering whether it arrived from conjuring or the medicine wheel of karma, and what that might reflect on the fortitude of stone. Elizabeth Fackler-Sinkóvitz, La Veta San Isabel Electric Association consumer-member
Home looks good Home looks good When you’ve been on a journey Of any kind, of any distance Of any length, to any place. And so it was I came Home And opened my book of life To where I’d left it All those years ago Tagged with a bookmark that read: “This is the scary part.” Home — glancing back through the pages To remind me where I’d been A smile in knowing where I am now A wonder about the pages to come. Here in this moment Settled, content, Home Older, wiser Some hard lessons in my heart Forgiven by Blessed Love Still who I’ve always been And that’s good enough for me. Debie Schmitt, Cortez Empire Electric consumer-member
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