Beauty in Words

Our friend Katherine penned this poem when she heard about us moving to Erda. Both Diana and I were very moved by it.
Thank you Katherine!
                                                             

Unfinished Adobe

Happening upon a shell of adobes

in the high desert dusk, raw

mud cakes stacked eight feet

to the sky, windows conjured by dark

spaces left open to the night,                                             

we find a ladder propped

against the earthen bricks, and climb

past straw-studded mud still warm

from the sun, to gallons of stars

spilled high above the unroofed                                          

house, the last pink strand of day

stretched across the west.

And though we inhabit another house now,

with proper lid and plaster, when the owl

calls at dusk, all that is unfinished                                    

in our lives pulls us up

that ladder, rung by rung,

brick by warm mud brick, past

the edge of the earth on our way

to the waiting moon