what makes memories memorable

what makes memories memorable
is beyond my present belief system
it was a whirling hot dry dusty wind
crusted eyelids firmly shut

as we slept in the canyon
a story about how a friend
took her life (so avoidable)
brought on the gush of tears

releasing my gritty sand shut eyes
wide open to see the early glint
of morning light, stroking
the sky's middle- so close

to the forever hard mountain rock
so early the light's not yet
harsh- a lemony jasmine
night left its fragrance

now melding with morning peonies
rosemary sitting upright- the first
zen student to teach us
when organized religion

left us running for the juice
even cactus carouse to the point
of allowing agave sweetness to roll
into jars, into mouths, into this frame

of reference--so early the first solitary
bird bellows beneath mexican window
we wallow in the sweetness soaring
zero choreography- we just meld

like how we walk in marshland
while looking clear across the bay
visibility obscured by morning haze
how we stretch through longer days

purple swirling with white blue sky air
wind, massaging cerebrum & my honeyed hair

words/photo~kate lamberg (c) kath*odes '15