I’m thinking of dyeing the guest house sheets.
The muted orange of this dress is nice.
Let the guests sleep in earthy welcome,
leave aside the crisp white of the luxury resort.
Perhaps one or two will notice
they are being welcomed into sacred space,
a stop on the pilgrim road. Perhaps inside these
thick adobe walls, they will rest in
contemplation, or simply rest, if that’s what’s needed.
If they step outside they could allow the impossible
blue sky to open their soul to its depths.
The street out front used to be the acequia.
Will they feel it? The way the current still flows
even though the city paved over the ditch years ago?
Integrate, my dears. You are safe here.