Terry Tempest Williams Ode to Sanity poems 9 & 10


There is a brass bed

half buried in sand.

Its headboard is bent

by time and neglect.

But imagine the night

when two lovers conjoined

And decided in whispers,

walls must fall: here, now.


Vermillion clouds

call turquoise home.

A little known river stirs

like a snake unseen – thirsty.

There is pain in beauty

because we are told it will end.

The mesas are burning,

as we are burning — in light.

– Terry Tempest Williams 2010

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