Pilgrimage: Week 17: Fishing

we angle our lines
down the steam of bikes and cars
with old dreams for bait
nothing to do but stand
nothing to do but pray

Traveling Blind

Stitches to track the tactile map
Braille of the blind eye
Biting at the last thread
with desperate teeth. Imagination
stretching to see over the top, under 
the mended fence. Tip of the fingers, 
edge of the mind.

Pilgrimage: Sweet Sixteen: On Tiptoe

cool air beneath the warm
like fragrant mint in tea
remembering cold days when the sun shines
so blue in sky so green in leaf
so new in Spring

Meeting Halfway

Here is where we meet
in the middle
plate deep in red paste
flecks of the sacred ground earth or
green chile like gold bites
Curing whatever ails us
forever

Pilgrimage: Fifteen and Counting: Tacos

every Friday
we get fish tacos at Baja
they use shredded cabbage
it's a ritual
to the gods of spice

Pilgrimage:Fourteen: Footsteps

sometimes you walk to el campo santo
sometimes you walk to the cafe
sometimes you lift one foot
then place it carefully on the wood floor
lift the other foot
repeat
moving from one room to the other
forgetting where you are
or why