Why am I Still Here?
This is Part 2 of the poem I wrote for the first "Arivaca Bards and Bratz" event on Oct. 1st 2023, accompanied by recent photos from our home garden and nearby natural areas:
WHY AM I STILL HERE?
Grey Hawks whistling overhead;
Blue Grosbeaks and Lazuli Buntings;
Coatimundi;
Green-tailed Towhees and Summer Tanagers;
Roadrunners and Wild Turkeys on the patio;
A coyote on the roof;
Lucy’s Warblers;
Hummingbirds by the hundreds;
Artichoke Agaves;
Purple Prickly Pears;
Monarchs and Milkweeds;
Ginormous black bees and tiny black bees;
Good friends;
Music in the dancehall;
Gadsden Coffee every morning;
Ebony’s jambalaya;
Thunder and lightning;
Monsoon water in the big dip;
Tall green grass waving in the wind;
Weathered grassland rustling in the wind;
The open road;
Sunsets stretching far and wide;
Wall-to-wall stars;
Baboquivari;
And days like today.