water poems
spooky season forever at Mabel Dodge Lujan’s
I dream of the future when I am a stream and my ribs are made of smooth rocks tumbled by hundreds of years of clear water and my breaths are formed by the ebb and flow of the cycle of seasons.
Rio Pueblo, Taos, NM
Rio Grande, Pilar, NM
I wonder,
watching internet clips,
if
water is angry
sending us messages
to behave
monsters the ancestors threatened us with,
uprising depths in pain
tangled in human ego
Rio Grande, Pilar, NM
MDL’s haunted archway
all photos by me, autumn, on my camp snap camera which is my favorite thing rn <3