Biology student, I learned – many times –
field succession from man-scoured earth:
weeds to grasses to shrubs
to cedars to oaks.
Eastern states ecology.
I’ll be rolling along
But, when these Western thistles,
the prickly tufts
I see now from my adobe window,
does anything come next?
Deep in my heart is a song
Elms to coal to immortal diamond.
Child to adult to sage to angel,
evolution as eternal plan.
Resurrection theology is
field succession from sin-scoured earth.
Here on the trail I belong
But, what if I’m Western and dry
and success is
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds?