Earlier this week I mentioned I would post a group of poems that describe various “encounters” I have experienced with individuals at different times in my life, some recent, some many years ago. This is the second of that series of poems.
At the Mandala Center in New Mexico
A lady walks up to me,
“You look like you belong here.”
I sit writing,
listening to the wind,
the eternal driving wind.
It makes you stand firm,
This is no place for fragile people.