Poetry by Suzy Harris
“…to be a woman alone/that slept safe and alpine high…”
Alone on this bloomy day in the desert,
I take long strides among the boulders,
step carefully among the rocks
to admire the gold, white, and pink blossoms.
Up over the hillside,
I remember to smile at the families
passing by the other way,
wanting and not wanting
to ask how much further
to the cut off. Not long,
it turns out. The way back
goes across a high ridge
past more golden blooms.
My water holds out.
A small thing to walk this trail alone
and it makes me happy.
Suzy Harris was born and raised in Indianapolis as the fifth of seven siblings. She has lived her adult life in Portland, Oregon, and is a retired attorney. Her poems have appeared in CALYX, Clackamas Literary Review, Oyster River Pages, Rain, Third Wednesday, Willawaw Journal, Windfall, and other journals and anthologies. She and her husband have two adult children who live in Portland, one dog, and a granddog.