Tumbleweed Fence © 2013 Bo Mackison
Winds that once blew free,
now scatters dust to the sky.
~ lyrics from The Cowboy, by Randy Newman
Wandering, I am lost.
I speed along the washboard dirt road, skimming its ridges,
Don’t jar me, bumping along dips and rises.
Earth so dry, wild and unsettled winds sweep orange dust into roiling vortexes,
chase tumbleweeds across the grasslands.
Hello, tumbleweeds, caught in the barbs and fence lines,
impaled on gnarled mesquite.
Globes of sun-bleached gold, you can no longer travel on wind’s breath,
whipping forces crumble your desiccated skeletons.
Tumbleweeds, no more wandering and skittering across this land.
I know how it feels to be trapped, too, unable to roll away.
Ominous clouds, they are possibility.
Desert rain is never a promise, yet
when seeds swell with moisture, they open.
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Bo Mackison is a photographer and owner of Seeded Earth Studio LLC. She is exploring creative photography and emotion in a series called Desert Lines – a combination of visual lines and written lines.
About Bo Mackison
Awesome – the photo, the poem, the feel, the whole
“Ominous clouds, they are possibility.” This line reminds me that the dark side we try so hard to hide as human beings always holds a gift.
I really like that photo. I have fond memories of clouds like that over the desert.
Yes. Just YES. Like Gandalf…love the photo, the poem, the feel, the whole. I couldn’t have said it any better. Tumbleweeds are just huge, aren’t they? I get all giddy whenever I see one. Enjoy them for me.