Sonoita, Arizona
An iconic western image,
a barb’ wire fence
straightaway running,
becoming a pencil thin line
disappearing over the last rolling hill.
Do we wonder
what is at either end?
Or are we content to gaze
into whatever is on the other side—
the expanse of range grass caressed by breezes;
low, tempting mountains two miles away?
Do we take time to consider life’s vagaries,
or is there a vague desire to run away,
thinking there freedom is,
unaware of its costs?
But then there are those of us
who stand at that fence instinctively,
our hearts aching for what is unspoken
and unknown but is nothing more
than how to live a life that is
authentic, sensuous, and
entirely beautiful.
