somewhere outside of taos   the sky very blue

the earth very red   the warmth of the place

and day enters my body   the chill that is me

is thawed   i became me again   we enter

the georgia o'keefe museum   there is nothing

in the museum   not her paintings   not her

philosophy   that touches me   i leave the

others   find a place in the sun   face that hot   

new mexican sun as an equal   though i am

not equal   i am bold   am honest   have a dialog

with her   explain and listen   like a lover   with

patience   with secrets   with truths   with skill   

with resolution   i take her warmth   she gives 

me her warmth   i give her myself   save nothing