Riding and hiking trail sign, Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California.
A shabby but still legible sign in Historic Downtown Yuma, Arizona
now flooding the valley
after three weeks
of steady rain with no slits in the
clouds, no patches of light,
must be a sign.
With one hand
I grab my guitar,
with the other
I begin scribbling a tale
about the distant waterfall.
fed by the recent rains,
that keeps thundering into an abyss.
I could have drifted
been swallowed by deep waters,
if sunlight had not
come to the valley again.
This is my tale,
this is my song.
Sing with me.
Weathered letters on a truck in Arizona
Sign outside a shop that sells an assortment of old things (often called antiques) in Ajo, Arizona
“Open by chance,” the blue signboard says,
Maybe at seven or nine.
Or maybe not till the sun goes down—
Whenever, that’ll be fine.
You never know what you’ll find at Ray’s—
It might be trash or treasure;
So come to Ray’s as much as you can,
Then some more for good measure.
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Palo verde tree, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
looking for a sign
amid the tangled branches—
any one will do
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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