Rare Winter Sun soaks in deep,
Warming these frigid, weary bones.
Quiet winds whisper peace,
Soothing these anxious, unyielding thoughts.
Red dirt and sleepy mesquite beckon,
Come…get lost… for just a little while.
These lungs recall,
What it’s like to breathe real air once more.
This heart recovers,
Its beat growing stronger for another tomorrow.
These feet remember,
Their direction once again.