lightning + a muse unknown.
how can you write a love letter without a muse?
is the desert recipient enough?
what to do when a love letter strikes yet there is no recipient in mind?
i’ve heard of love letters to self but in this spirtitual mecca of desert i can’t muster up the words without an instant gag reflex
the rainbow making crystals i’ll take home are self enough
just enough of the desert to keep me sane in the city
i’ve written many a love letter to the city of my heart
but the desert. i’m not sure she/he is small enough to receive
my little heart shaped island can take all the letters i’ve written on church steps and dark porches
but this desert
even in this evenings rain feels too vast
and if i can’t press send with a muse in my subject line then to whom does this love letter go?
to whom do i describe the perfect combination of smells to in this moment?
the desert rain mixed with the artichokes boiling on the stove
the way this old afghan bed couches me perfectly on the porch under the adobe and wood that protect me from the rain
that shelter me just enough to have the drops hit my toes as i watch the neon pink crackle of lightning
before the thunder
that i’m certain is louder because of yesterday’s eclipse
to whom do i tell of my desert revelations and sensory delights?
without a muse, without even the old fall back of my island
i’m lost here amongst these red rocks
but revel just the same in knowing that love letters…
whether or not your muse has an email address.