Writers Island prompt #25 Threshold

Doorway in Chaco CanyonWriter’s Island #25 Threshold

Threshold

It is a promise

Shining bright

Beckoning to you

Encouraging just one step

You’ve had an idea

Now you must step through

The threshold

To make your idea something real

And that real thing

Is the goal

You stand in the middle of time

Stand too long

You will stand in the past

That step through the threshold

Is always for the first time

And always something new

The only promise

Is that it will be something different

A place your have never been

Something you have never seen

Theme Thursday prompt: brick

Sky soft pink

Above a pale blue

Waves of greyed sage brush

Cover the mesa

Adobe structures can be seen

But often one must look again

As they are so perfectly

Suited to the landscape

Made from the earth

Of clay, water and straw

They disappear into the landscape

Adobe has a long history

Eight thousand years

In the desert

Warm in winter

Cool in summer

Little mud house

Made from the earth

Offers shelter

From rain and sun

On One Dusty Road New Mexico June 11

Sitting on the dusty road

Collecting rays

With your long, soft pink ears

As I draw near

You hop into the sage

Disappear into the shadows

As if erased by an artist

Invisible to man and foxes