Forward, a horizon of jagged Organs
mountains thrusting and bold.
Mirrored behind--matriarchal calderas
shrunken, grown cold.
Local geology from a billboard:
"Fireworks!" Hell, yes.
Explosive in the Pleistocene,
culminating with life,
Proclaims the yellow egg water tower,
its "Zia" glyph a sacred quatrain:
north, south, east, west
childhood, youth, adulthood, age.
green carpeted with sons and daughters
circumferenced by mothers and fathers
and soon, one more grandparent.
Life pushes forth and wears down.
Billboard: "Excellence in Vein Treatment"
before crossing the Rio Grande artery
flowing now, dry soon.
The Cross, another quatrain and crucial reminder:
Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter,
four seasons to a life.
There's a cross street ahead
and I'm slowing down.
Youth intersects age,
one season rolls into the next.