Off Grid

Born out of the heavy summer air
the Blue Woman emerged
on the door step
of a pueblo apartment.

She arrived fully formed
as if the sun set her down
on a beam of light
and photons formed flesh.

Her words alternated
Spanish and English
with every twenty-third word
in Tewa.

Where her bare feet
touch the bare ground
flowers sprang
from the first memory.

She bent down to drink
the Rio Grande
and the iridescent glimmer
of light on scales.

The Blue Woman joined
a homeless campfire
and calmed
her companion’s haunted sagacity.

copyright © 2022 Kenneth P. Gurney

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