Beginning

"Mountains"

“Desert Mountains”

I come like a seed-star
to this place
where I have no thought
and my feet are bound.

I want to know
where I live–
where my ancient
people ask me to settle.

I see an old neighborhood
with no street signs;
an elusive community
of two hailing my arrival,
and then leaving me.

I wonder if my new legs
can carry me
to the overlooking hills,
or do I wait for the years
when understanding grows?

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