There is a map of Sedona etched into my heart
and once in a while,
I am in sunlight, a lizard scurrying under my legs,
silent in a grove of oaks under the milky way,
asleep on a red rock while ravens speak,
smelling juniper crushed under my shoe,
climbing the worn ascent to heaven.
A flash of my lockdown friend, her thin brown face and bikini top,
dancing, making time, making due, making magic.
Rain and lightning and red rivulets