If you follow my blog you might know I collect stuff…most of it junk…sometimes I even put it to use. I always have big plans and sometimes I follow through( kind of like my writing).
When I first moved here to the high desert the landscape took some getting used to. When I walked in the early evening, if the sun was just right, I noticed the entire side of the mesa sparkled. What was this mystical phenomenon of the desert? Maybe there was a poem there or a whole book?
Silly me. It was glass…everywhere there are broken bottles and bits of glass. Duh! No poem there…or maybe still…
Even worse I was appalled to find heaps of trash out there on top of the mesa… I know this is disturbing…At first I tried very hard to ignore the trash heaps.
But part of me loves trash. I attribute this to the fact that on “dump days” when I was growing up, my father used to take us with him. We were allowed to bring home one thing we found in the smoldering heaps of junk…I still have my little white ceramic elephant with a red rose painted on the side.
Reena usually finds a favorite stuffed animal to toss around and drag part way home…. and OK I find treasures too…Back in July I realized that these bed springs would make great Christmas trees.
It took me a little while to put two and two together…the bed springs and the glass (it’s the same way with writing a poem…kind of…SO that is what I was writing about! And this line just needs to bump up against that one.)
But first there is this. My laundry room kind of looks like a poem or picture book in the beginning stages (figuratively speaking of course).
But then it all comes together, these ideas …the ones I cannot let go of….some work out. Some eventually get tossed. 
I am kind of happy with this one. Bed springs + broken glass = Christmas tree. Although I get it that to others it might just look like a bed spring and broken glass. Or it’s OK if you see a Christmas sculpture too.
I see holiday sparkle and maybe a poem or essay about life on the mesa…or both.
