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Sunset over Mexican skies, photo ©Erika Burkhalter

Coming Home

A Cloud Voyage

Tears of ink and shrouded veils, and shards of oyster vapor trails…

Oh Earth, I feel you fall away as night begins to hide the day.

Cloister blue and purple mist, a horizon kissed by the breath of dusk…

Which is mountain? Which is cloud? Which way is up? Which way is down?

I cannot say.

For Gaya’s clay takes many forms.

And wisps transform from shimmered pearl to the shorn locks of the dusty sheep

while the musty peach of a late summer day gives way to another softly-breathing evening.

Softly breathing evening, photo ©Erika Burkhalter

Erika Burkhalter 2019

*I scribbled this poem down in my journal in a whirl of creative bliss as I watched the sunset from the window of the plane while on my way back home from Zacatecas, Mexico. I have always loved airplane sunsets and sunrises, and this one did not disappoint.*

Sunset, photo ©Erika Burkhalter

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