To the west is a flying fish goddess,

a palm frond dying Jesus crucifix

a tin painting of Mary and Son

a backwards flowing om

A painted Guadalupe

And small photographs of our children

To the east are a pile of notebooks

A jar of pens, three knives

And a black magazine of pistol ammunition

Electronic things on wires

A flashlight no bigger than your little finger

And a print of a Geisha with sticks in her hair.

The miracle is

Hers is the west,

Mine is the east,

We are still becoming one

After all these years.

La Veta 4/18
Copyright Michael Douglas Scott