Big Sur beats

highway 1

eleven hundred miles 

of coast with you 

close
los gatos at home
thumbprints

weaving through 

the mountains

radio and gas stations 

the canyons

salt in our nostrils
kelp tossed like an aside

to the beaches
water pounding sense into 

these rocks 


let’s
reach out 

over the cliffs to 

eternity


#katyamills

the traveler. 1997

life changed i

became
free of walk and free
of talk

those i loved
who had loved me
vanished

a sunny room
i watch you start in on
your meal

a couch under a modest chandelier
time passes
a soft spot where my voice
had been

ceramic plate
eggs and a spot of ketchup
a silver fork and listen!
do not speak!

contractions expansions the hands
climbing circles round
a face

you cannot
this cannot be
real

pots and pans brimming
with soap. good god
are we?

good god! i am
alive

#katyamills
1997

Let your purpose carry you like a gust through darker moments of life, rattling the windows

I will be there
alongside your faith
to hold you
when you get home

We will know
neither day nor night
in our arms
embracing

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