We met in Sedona
where the red rocks hover and cuddle the town,
Oak Creek gurgles through providing hours of entertainment,
where a steep path leads up to Devil’s Bridgeand children worry mothers,
where we wonder, along dark sidewalks, if we’d meet Javelina,
those lumpy creatures with stick legs and long tusks,
where sky is brilliant blue and hot sun burns, browns, bubbles skin,where houses match the rocks and lights are dim to allow the stars to shine,
where we shop on shady pathways paying far too much for hand-crafted trinkets
where we bounce along in gaudy pink jeeps
and learn agave makes tequila and prickly pear cactus makes ice cream,
where we gather on a mountain top with a cross
and memories of the one we lost and release white helium balloons.
Then after a week of marvels we go back to Ohio, Pennsylvania,
Nebraska, Colorado, Arizona, Texas, Louisiana, California
and plan to meet again two years later in Delaware.