What landscape is this
where women float by
on crisp blue-sky air
laughing about their past?
Or is it their laughter
that is drifting,
lazily along,
under the warm autumn sun?
Either way, the air
is perfectly warm-cool
when the women gather
floating on their laughter
the way only Colorado
September-mountain-air days
can be brilliantly forever sky blue
the way only golden-orange
aspen leaves ripple
and below them
breezy streams tumble,
shining all the way down.
This is the landscape that-
these are the women who-
hold me up
and in me, their glow shimmers
even after we descend
from our blue-sky-floating
drifting-on-air days
to the everyday lives we lead.
This is the shimmer
that holds me up.
The Inspiration
