Tag Archives: Sedona

Poetry Corner: Scary Part of the Trail

This is the scary part of the trail,
I say, seeing it as we approach.
No, he says, nothing scary about it –
ignoring the slope, the illusion
of sliding off into the wash below,
to be pricked by thorny cactus
and sharp-shard rocks –
and he strolls along the curve.
I stop to get a few shots,
step out onto the curve,
then put my camera away,
walking along the slope without noticing,
until I look back
and see it was an illusion
after all.

Poetry & photography (c)2018 Michelle M. Welch

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Poetry Corner: Prickly Pear

Someone planted them like this, didn’t they?
Some artist building an installation,
some prankster thinking it’s funny
But if they grew this way?
What made them arrange themselves
like a wall in the ground,
half buried
or washed under the rising red sand
of a flash flood –
Nature more abstract
than any artist

Poetry & photography (c)2018 Michelle M. Welch

Poetry Corner: Trailhead Parking

You might miss them –
these brightly colored metal pieces
amid the trees and mountains –
You might forget that’s how you got here –
if you spend enough time in the wilderness,
walking ever farther away from the cars –
But then you remember,
and you have to go home,
back to the cars,
out of the trees and mountains

Poetry & photography (c)2018 Michelle M. Welch

Poetry Corner: Child

I am a child.
I don’t want to be a child –
I want to be tall and strong and powerful,
not crying, frightened,
jumping at shadows,
full of sniffles and imaginary hurts and flash-paper anger.

I close the door on the child,
wonder how many chores will convince it
to grow up,
how many toys I have to take away,
but it doesn’t work.
All I can do is open the door,
take the child
– runny nosed, gap toothed, teary eyed –
to the window,
and throw open the curtains
so we can smile at the sun.

Poetry & photography (c)2017 Michelle M. Welch

This is another pairing of elements that weren’t created anywhere near each other: a shot of a sunset in Sedona, and a poem I wrote during a meditation retreat that spent some time focusing on difficult emotions. The sun is a frequent symbol of awakening in Shambhala Buddhism.