by Eve West Bessier
If I could take a sabbatical,
a leave with pay for rejuvenation,
I would seek out a wild habitat
for my too tamed mind,
a place with elevation, a wide view,
a few cedar and juniper trees,
an aspen grove on a high slope.
A place where sunlight plays
on granite and the emerald skins of lakes.
A place where I can breathe thinner air,
bathe in alpine coolness,
and remember from where I came,
and remember my own name,
and remember the nature
of the golden ratio,
and the shape of change.
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Illustration by Eve West Bessier
Eve West Bessier is an award-winning author of poetry, fiction, and non-fiction. She is Poet Laureate of Silver City, New Mexico. She is also a Poet Laureate Emerita of Davis, California. Eve holds a Master of Education from UC Davis, and a BA in English from San Francisco State University. She is a social scientist, studio musician, jazz vocalist, voice coach, visual artist, and nature enthusiast. You can find more information, including performance videos and recordings on her website. www.jazzpoeteve.com